Unclean

In the Great Jin Dynasty, eight years into a scene, the capital snowed heavily.

It was night, and on the empty long street, a black horse was galloping.

The long follower Song Wen stood under the eaves of Yong'an Hou's mansion, with a lamp in his hand and a letter in his arms, waiting anxiously.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of horseshoes that he looked at the comer with the lantern in his hand.

The man's black cloak was covered with heavy snow, and he raised his hand to take off the hood, revealing his face.

What Song Wen looked at was a pair of pan-gold pupils.

But if you take a closer look, you will find that it is only because the pupils are too light in color, reflecting the candlelight, that the golden pupils appear.

The man's royal horse came galloping, his whole body was hot, and the frost and snow fell on his eyelashes, turning into drops of water.

"My lord!" Song Wen stepped down the steps and said loudly.

Yanyun Heli got off the horse, threw the whip in his hand to Song Wen, took the letter in the other's hand, opened it and looked at it, and his expression darkened immediately.

Song Wen winked and asked, "But something happened in the camp?"

"Because Zhang Zheng went to prison during the incident." Yan Yunhe hurried into the mansion after dropping these words.

Song Wen had heard of Zhang Zheng, who was an official of Ke Dao, upright and upright, jealous of evil.

And not afraid of power, he has stood up for the people many times and impeached officials in the DPRK and China.

If it was an ordinary prison, why would Yan Yun have such an expression? Song Wen asked, "Could it be an edict prison?"

The prison is under the banner of Jinyiwei, and it is notorious in the capital. It is a nightmare for civil servants, and it is said that there are no exits.

Yan Yunhe summoned an attendant and asked him to change his wet official uniform: "Yesterday Zhang Zheng wrote a letter to impeach Mr. Yuange, and he was taken away to jail tonight."

It is not uncommon for Jin Yiwei to pick someone, but it is Zhang Zheng, the timing is too subtle.

His Majesty ascended to the throne at the age of ten, how come he has only been in power for eight years now, and the court is still firmly controlled by the Empress Dowager and the old faction of Yuan Pavilion.

Jinyiwei should have been in the hands of the emperor, but the position of leader can be directly appointed by the queen mother.

So five years ago, His Majesty personally established the Secretary of the Imperial City, and gave him the duties of in charge of the palace ban and espionage.The organization set up by the little emperor on a whim has now grown to the point where it is comparable to Jin Yiwei.

The Empress Dowager who was supposed to stand against Elder Yuange actually helped Elder Yuange in this matter. This is not a good sign.

"Do you want to notify His Majesty immediately?" Song Wen said.

Yan Yunhe was driving in front of the imperial court all day long, and he was already hungry: "The Secretary of the Imperial City should have informed His Majesty that you bring some snacks up first, after I have used them, I have to go to the Zhou Mansion."

Song Wen went out of the house to order his servants, and when he came back, he saw that the lord had already put on a black robe, and the attendant removed the hair crown for him, and his curly black hair fell down, covering his cheeks.

I saw Yan Yunhe's eyebrows were deep, his nose was straight, and his eyelashes were thick and long.Looking at those golden pupils, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are extremely handsome.

It's a pity that Yan Yunhe stayed in the frontier for several years, and his skin color became a little darker under the training of the battlefield.

For some reason in Beijing, it is popular to be fair and beautiful.The adults of his family suffered a great loss in this matter, and it was clear that he was also a handsome man with a high reputation in Beijing before he went to the battlefield to train.

Thinking of the person who caused the aesthetic change in the capital, Song Wen's face froze and he couldn't help grinding his teeth.

Yan Yunhe took a sip of ginger tea to relieve the coldness in his body, seeing Song Wen's expression, he asked, "Who messed with you?"

"The commander-in-chief will be too happy to sleep again tonight, he has made a great contribution in front of Mr. Ge." Song Wen sneered.

Yan Yunhe frowned and said, "Speak carefully."

Jin Yiwei is pervasive, even Yan Yunhe cannot guarantee whether the mansion has its eyes and ears.

After drinking tea, he changed into his regular clothes, Yan Yunhe didn't ride a horse anymore, instead he took a carriage to Zhou Mansion.

Before reaching the gate of the Zhou Mansion, Song Wen lifted the curtain and entered with a terrified expression, stammering, "My lord, it seems to be... Jin Yiwei!"

Ordinary Jinyiwei would not scare Song Wen like this. As a retainer of the Marquis of Yongan, Song Wen grew up with Yan Yunhe since he was a child. very high.

He lifted the curtain and looked, the first thing he saw was the porcelain white noble hand, bloodless, not holding a knife, but holding an umbrella.

Under the umbrella is a snow-white fox fur without any stray hairs, which is a sacred object bestowed by the emperor.

This kind of fur, which was supposed to be a tribute to the harem, is now worn on the body of the military officer. Everyone knows who gave it to them and scoffs at it, but no one in the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty dared to say it.

After all, whoever dares to talk about the Queen Mother's private affairs, probably thinks it's not good to live, and wants to go to the Imperial Prison.

Hearing the movement of the carriage, the umbrella moved slightly, revealing the side face of the man.

Song Wen also met this Commander several times in Donglin Academy back then, perhaps his memory has faded, but seeing him now, he still wonders how a person can have such an appearance.

The frost and snow piled up with silver and jade are not as good as his magnificent appearance. Both he and the snow are beautiful, and the scenery is not as good as the people.

God is so unfair, he gave this person an amazing skin and a dark heart.

When the man raised his eyes here, Song Wen almost sank into those eyes, even his soul was hooked.

Fortunately, the adults of his family patted him on the back, putting his soul and body back in place.

Yan Yunhe got out of the carriage, came to the umbrella holder, and swept up and down.He didn't stay on that person's face for long, just looking at the other person's fox fur which was not an official uniform, he knew that the purpose of this person was not to arrest people, but to visit.

"Master Yu, at this moment, why do you still have the heart to enjoy the snow here?" Yan Yunhe laughed softly.

Because Zhang Zhengcai was caught in prison during the incident, shouldn't he hurry up and torture him into a trick?

The other party was here late at night, so he must have been rejected by Zhou Mansion.

Yan Yunhe knew that if Yu Qin came here as the commander of the capital, Zhou Chonghua would not dare to do so even if he had a hundred guts.

Biansheng Yu Qin came with another identity, Zhou Chonghua's former student.

Being a teacher for a day and a father for a lifetime, the commander-in-chief of Jin Yiwei, who is awe-inspiring to all officials, can only stand in the snow and wait.

Song Wen, who hurried up to cover Yan Yunhe with an umbrella to shield him from the snow, almost didn't come to the ground when he heard his lord's provocation.

No one knew that Yan Yunhe's next behavior would go too far.

I only heard Yan Yunhe softly whispering in Yu Qin's ear, "It's a beautiful day tonight, and Mr. Yu has not stayed in the palace. Could it be that the queen mother is already tired of such an outstanding appearance of your lord?"

After all, Yan Yunhe looked at the cold side face of the man, as if he didn't think it was exciting enough, he added desperately: "If I were the Queen Mother, I really liked you so much, and I would keep you in a cage, just to watch and play with." , why let you come out to harm Chao Gang."

His voice was extremely low and light, except for the three people who were here, no one else could hear him.

Yu Qin slowly raised his eyelashes, and finally looked straight at Yan Yunhe.

The air is stagnant, and the murderous intention is complete.

While Song Wen's hairs were standing on his head, he remembered that Yu Qin in front of him was not only a commander, but also in charge of prison punishment. There was no mouth he couldn't pry open, no confession he couldn't force, and no hat he couldn't buckle.

Is his lord crazy? Why bother to provoke this femme fatale.

What's more, the disrespectful words to the Empress Dowager just now are even more hats sent to the door.

"Want to do it?" Yan Yunhe said innocently, but his lips were provocative, as if he was eager for Yu Qin to touch him.

However, no matter how provocative he was, Yu Qin remained unmoved.

At this moment, the gate of the Zhou mansion opened slowly, and the servant stepped forward, as if he didn't see Master Yu standing aside, he just bowed his head to give the master's order, and greeted Yan Yunhe to enter.

After the three of them entered the mansion, the door slowly closed behind them.

Song Wen leaned into Yan Yunhe's ear and whispered, "Why do you bother to provoke him?"

Yan Yunhe seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "He doesn't dare, if he dares, believe it or not, there will be a table full of impeachment memorials tomorrow."

"It's easy to dodge an open spear, but hard to defend against a hidden arrow, my lord." Song Wen said worriedly.

Yan Yunhe restrained his smile: "Zhang Zheng was praised by His Majesty a few days ago. His Majesty may not feel good about Zhang Zheng being imprisoned."

Only then did Song Wen understand that His Majesty felt uncomfortable, so could Jin Yiwei be able to enjoy himself?

Not to mention that Yan Yunhe was just insulting with words, even if he actually hurt Yu Qin with his hands, the queen mother would probably pick it up high and put it down gently.

What's more, behind Yan Yunhe is the Marquis of Yongle, and his family went to the frontier to win military exploits and won the holy family, who dares to touch him.

Zhou Chonghua was nearly fifty years old, with slightly white sideburns, regular facial features, and a refined temperament.

He can vaguely see the demeanor of his youth, and now he is waiting for Yan Yunhe in the study.

He and Zhang Zheng are good friends, and Zhang Zheng came to him before writing the letter, entrusting his mother and wife to him.

At that time, he guessed that something might happen to Zhang Zheng, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.

Yan Yunhe stepped into the study, saw Zhou Chonghua standing in the center of the study, he flicked his hem, and wanted to salute.

This is the first time he has seen his mentor since the frontier war stabilized and he was ordered to return to Beijing.

Zhou Chonghua stepped forward to stop him, looked at his face carefully, and then nodded happily: "It's grown taller and stronger."

In Donglin Academy, Yan Yunhe's articles may not be the best.

He loves riding and shooting knives and guns, doesn't abide by the rules of the school, and always brings ordinary dandies to tease cats and dogs in the academy, causing trouble, and is always so angry that the students in the academy sue the dean Zhou Chonghua.

Zhou Chonghua always said that although Yan Yunhe's behavior was erratic, his nature was not bad, and if he taught him well, he would become a great weapon in the future.

Yan Yunhe indeed proved this point nine years later, but Yu Qin, who was also Zhou Chonghua's disciple and was once the most favored, has now become the Jinyiwei that Qingliu hates the most.

Zhou Chonghua obviously thought of the other disciple who was rejected by him, and sighed softly: "If Duke Yu is still alive, seeing his descendants look like this..."

He covered his face and sighed, obviously regretting it.

Yes, who would have thought that Yu Qin would become like this.

The frontier is very windy and sandy, but at night, the sky is full of stars, and it is extremely quiet.

Yan Yunhe stood at the tall city defense post, with his back to the bright moon, looking in the direction of the capital, and thought of Yu Qin.

The reality is far more cruel than imagined.

Times have changed, and the old man has changed beyond recognition.

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Yu Qin (attack) x Yan Yunhe (receive)