Pei Gonggui

Pei Jun stopped when he heard the words, thinking for a moment that Deng Zhun had become enlightened, he felt a little joy in his heart: "What did you hear?"

Deng Zhun swallowed a breath, not sure what to say: "Master once said that an official is wise and safe, and doesn't mind other's business, just now... But teach him not to cause trouble?"

Hearing his explanation, the joy in Pei Jun's heart was extinguished like a tongue of fire, and he said after a moment of hesitation: "...It can be considered that you have made some progress."

The next moment, he tiredly raised his hand and pinched his nose, and sighed softly.

"Go home."

The two walked out a long street to the east of Qingyun prison, and soon arrived at the downtown area of ​​Zhongcheng.Pick up the road and go south to the third lane, turn around the corner of Qingshi Street, and there is a big house with a high wall in front of you.Outside the gate of the mansion is guarded a pair of stone lions playing with balls. Going up the vertical stone steps, there are two knee-high drum-holding stones standing on the side of the gate. The big black plaque - "Imperial Order to Build Loyalty Marquis Mansion".

In addition, it was carefully engraved in gold ink: "Suning's seven-year imperial pen was given to the loyal general who served the country", and a red clay seal was stamped on it.

Deng Zhunben buried his head and followed his master. Unexpectedly, his forehead suddenly bumped into a wall of people, he raised his head in shock, only to see that it was Pei Jun standing in front of him, standing still, looking up at the plaque.

Deng Zhun looked at the plaque in a daze, then at Pei Jun: "Master?"

But Pei Jun was still looking at the word "loyalty" on the big plaque, and after a long while, he whispered flatly: "The paint is quite new."

Deng Zhun said: "The lacquer was repaired last month in the palace, so it is naturally new. Yesterday you said that the lantern was old, and it doesn't match the new paint. Today, Uncle Dong also hung a new lamp. Look... ..."

It was still dark, and the yellow paper lanterns on both sides of the gate hadn't been lit yet, but Pei Jun followed his fingers and glanced at them for a while, but felt that they seemed to be gradually lit up, turning into a dazzling torch.In a trance, there was a lot of noise from all around, and he almost saw with his own eyes once again a line of armored guards barging in with swords and swords from under the lantern plaque. The servant who rushed out was immediately stabbed to death beside the stone lion with a big knife——

The blood quickly stained the stone ball at the lion's feet, and the man who was stabbed to death hung his head on it, and turned his head to stare at him.

He didn't even know the servant's name.

The next moment there was a bang, and the large black lacquered plaque on the high door was torn down in response, and the rich golden frame carved with clouds was just smashing on the iron threshold that had been stepped on by thousands of people who asked him for power. Cracked and smashed, the word "loyalty" was covered with gray blood and turned up the wooden veneer, and the commander of the imperial army was surrounded and stepped out of the mansion from the top, looked at him, and laughed:

"Lord Pei, ten years in the east of the river and ten years in the west of the river, this is offending."

Then the iron chains of the shackles pressed towards him, and while struggling, a blade of light hit his neck——

Pei Jun suddenly closed his eyes.

Open it again, the gate of the Zhongyihou Mansion in front of you is still hung with a shiny black gold plaque, and the threshold below it that has not been trampled by thousands of people is not covered with iron, it is still an unremarkable piece of wood.The stone lions outside the gate are bloodless, and the ball is playing proudly. The early winter breeze blows quietly, and even the brand-new paper lanterns hanging on the gate of the mansion are floating leisurely.

Ten years in Hexi, ten years in Hedong.

"Your Excellency is back!" There was a cheering cry, and Pei Jun looked down, only to see a young boy aged sixteen or seventeen coming out of the house to greet him happily, "Dinner is ready, my lord, take a break and let's go!" It works. Today there is braised sea bass, and Uncle Dong made it himself!"

——Uncle Dong is still there.

"I hired a cook and I didn't know how to use it, so I did my best." Pei Jun raised the back of his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, and smiled at Deng Zhun with a raised chin, "You go in, eat first, and go to the study and kneel for me after dinner. on."

Deng Zhun knew that he would not be able to escape, so he bowed his head and nodded, and entered the house in response to the mourning.

And Pei Jun saw that the boy was still eagerly waiting for him to enter the mansion, so he felt familiar: "You, kid, what's your name?"

The little servant was frightened by his question, and thought he had done something wrong, so he said in a daze, "Little... the little one is called Liujin."

After he finished speaking, his back was trembling and he was waiting to be punished, but he saw his lord showing his face and smiling, smiling so handsomely that his eyebrows and eyes were rolled up: "Six catties? The old man is only six catties when he was born, your mother doesn't think so." It's an unlucky name." Then he didn't say what he expected to be a sinful slap, he just handed out a big snow-white fur in his hand and said: "Then Liujin, come and carefully give this robe to you Uncle Dong, a piece of it The hair is not allowed to fall."

Liu Jin was taken aback, and hurriedly hugged the big white fur with his fingers, feeling as important as hugging the Chuan Guo Yuxi, and ran to the mansion, pushing the door open: "Uncle Dong! Uncle Dong! My lord is back! "

Immediately, the vermilion lacquered door opened further, and a tall screen wall carved with unicorns and tigers appeared in front of them.Pei Jun lowered his head and walked around the wall until he arrived at the atrium. The weapons and blades lined up in the corridors on both sides reflected his walking figure one by one. He changed his vague color of dark green and sapphire blue to stand silently in the main hall, and a maid served tea. welcome.

He took off his black gauze cap, took the tea with the other hand and just took the first sip, when he heard a year-old voice coming from outside: "My lord, someone came to the palace just now. Seeing that you were not here, I went to look for it again !"

Turning around, I saw Uncle Dong, who was over half a hundred years old, hugging Prince Jin's Maodiqiu and chasing into the threshold. On the shoulder of Qiu Pao, he pointed to the black ink blob: "What a precious dress, how did you make it like this!"

"The clothes belong to Prince Jin. I accidentally dirty them, so I have to repair them and send them back as an apology." Pei Jun just looked at Dong Shu's expression carefully, and put the drunk teacup back into the maid's tray. She smiled indifferently, "You send me to Young Master Mei's building tomorrow morning, he may know how to fix it. You just ask him to clean it up, let him write the account, and just report it to me."

"...Hey, why are you offending Prince Jin again!" Uncle Dong replied with a sigh, and his expression was also worried: "My lord, the palace said that the emperor wants to see you, you should hurry—"

"I just came out of the palace, what can I do?" Pei Jun avoided talking in a hurry, and looked at Uncle Dong with crooked eyebrows, "I heard that you burned perch today? Let's serve dinner first." .”

As soon as Uncle Dong responded, Pei Jun went back to the north room to change his clothes, and while walking, the playful smile on his face gradually calmed down, and he walked all the way to the inner courtyard, seeing that every mountain, stone and tree in the mansion seemed to be carved out of the memory of his previous life. Once inside the house, even the jade vases and porcelain cups are all old objects, which makes him feel that the hideous end of the past life is like an extremely absurd long night dream, and now he wakes up, and after that, it seems that he has never existed generally--

But how could such a tragic and humiliating incident that caused his head to be decapitated and blood to splatter the downtown area not to exist?

He changed into a regular shirt and stood by the bed, raised his hand and took out a half-finger-thick cloth-covered booklet from the mahogany bookshelf against the wall, and quietly opened it. The words "joking about literature and history" were embroidered on the booklet. In the middle, there was a piece of thin paper densely covered with small characters.

On the paper are the power networks in the current court, who belonged to Cai, who belonged to Jin, and who belonged to the emperor's family sober. What's more, who was the official and who was written, naturally it was very different from ten years later-there were dead Those who are not dead, those who were dismissed are still there, those who have returned to the court are still idle, and there are many smears and amendments—such as crossing out several principals of the Ministry of Officials Zhao Tian and the Ministry of Punishment. If the black line is used, it means that it is someone who is familiar with Pei Jun.

Among the three princes at the top, the grand master painted a white sticker on one frame, and wrote the word "Cai Yan" on it, which proved that this was Cai Yanchu's first year in charge of the cabinet, and the words "Jin Wang Jiangyue" on the top, also A curve is connected to Jingzhaosi, Wucheng soldiers and horses, and Yushitai, which shows that King Jin's influence is deeply rooted in these three places.

After turning over the young emperor and not looking at it for the time being, he raised his fingers and counted to the right, and found that in a branch of the Ministry of Rites, under his name, Pei Jun, there was a red circle with a vermilion pen hooked behind the name of the minister of the Ministry of Rites, Feng Jiru. clear words:

"Win silver 1000 taels, Dow will change the roll."

This was recorded carefully when the little Pei Junchu gained several real powers in the eighth year of Yuanguang. Once it is ticked off, it can be said to be conscientious and meticulous.

The more he looked at it, the more Pei Jun could almost see a dark criminal charge that was thrown in front of him in the Da Nei Tian Prison in his previous life. There was a sentence in it:

"...The thief, Feng Jiru, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, took bribes and cheated in exchanging papers for criminal ministers Tao Yinzhi and Du Yuming, and paid tens of thousands of taels of silver..."

The ancients said that when the wall fell, everyone pushed it, and when the drum broke, thousands of people beat it.In the previous life, when he saw Pei Jun's high-rise building collapse, even those clowns who had been stepped on by him could accuse him of their own crimes. So planted, framed, and closed the case, these people Finally, I no longer have to worry about the future, and I don’t even have to worry about being retaliated——

Revenge for what?How can a dead man speak?And even if he spoke, no one would listen.

Just thinking about this, Deng Zhun's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Master...Master, Uncle Dong said that the food is getting cold, and asked me to hurry you up."

Pei Jun paused in his thoughts, closed his eyes and calmed down, and after a while raised his voice and replied: "Come on, you go first."

After finishing speaking, he put the thin paper in his hand back into the book, but paused slightly when he put the book back on the shelf—as if it was a habit brought out by walking on ice for ten years in the court in his previous life, which made him suddenly take the paper out again. He went out, looked carefully one by one with his lowered eyes, and the next moment, he turned his hand and threw the thin paper into the copper furnace. Seeing that the dark fire swallowed up the small characters on it one by one, he brushed off his sleeves and put "Joking about Literature and History" on the stove. in the bookshelf.

But when he opened the door and looked up, he saw Deng Zhun was still waiting on the corridor, meeting his eyes for a while.

Pei Jun narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly closed the door with his backhand. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a servant trot over: "My lord, someone at the back door carried a big box and said it was for you! This—how can this be?" Healthy?"

In the second month of the new year, Xinke Chunwei will be here, and there are not many days left. Now, those who send boxes and calligraphy and paintings to Pei Jun, the minister of rites, have as straight a heart as Sima Zhao.

Pei Jun frowned and was about to wave his hand to ask someone to reject him, but on another thought, he slowly wiped his face with his raised hand, and smiled gradually: "Who sent that box?"

The servant said in a low voice: "Jiang Shilang of the Ministry of War, I'm afraid...I'm afraid there will be 800 taels...up..."

Pei Jun turned his head and asked Deng Zhun: "Is someone from Jiang's family going to join the department next year?"

Deng Zhun replied in a low voice: "Master, just now in Qingyun Prison, you were said to be the man from Maokeng, so... you are Jiang's second child. I heard him say in prison yesterday that his father found Feng Shilang Tongrong, but Feng The waiter didn't seem to answer..."

—no reply.Pei Jun laughed when he heard this, thinking, is there anyone in the world who doesn't want money?Feng Jiru decided that he was afraid that he would make too many mistakes, and that there would not be enough good papers to exchange, and the briber would fail, so he timidly accepted only one, so no matter what, he could always find one. It is safe to ask the briber to get a Jinshi.

But the money that has been in Feng Jiru's pockets safely and securely for so many years, Pei Jun has never even seen a shadow in his last life, and in the end he took the unwarranted crime of embezzling ink for him, so wronged that he could spit out several mouthfuls of blood. Since the money was delivered to him in his lifetime, he might as well play with it by himself.

——Isn't it just cheating, to see how promising Feng Jiru is.

Thinking of this, Pei Jun instructed the servant in a gentle voice, "Go, bring that box in for me."

Then he turned his head and looked at Deng Zhun. After a while, he smiled slightly: "Let's eat first."