Aoyama

After the world was stabilized, hundreds of thousands of people flocked to Lin'an City every day, causing endless troubles.So, under the Subei Bridge, a grass shop was opened for people to write.

In the shop, there are seven or eight willow tables and an inkstone to welcome visitors from all walks of life.The boss is illiterate, he hired poor scholars, but he yelled outside all day long: "Courtesy post, famous post, I wrote it for you, courtesy post, famous post..."

Today, two or three officials came, and the boss smiled and said, "Drink tea." The official glanced, "Is there anyone named Meng Huai here?"

I saw a young man at the table put down his pen, got up and saluted: "I am." He behaved elegantly and looked good.

Official: "A few days ago, a countryman came to you to write a name card and deliver it to a residential house, do you remember?" Meng Huai said: "I will remember."

The official: "How do you write it? An Minju is a place where many Confucian scholars can't enter." Meng Huai's eyes were clear, and his smile was warm: "My lord, what do you want to write?"

By chance, not long after, the yamen of the Ministry of Punishment got a gift note written by Mr. Meng Huai.Dongqing caught a glimpse of it, and always felt that the handwriting was familiar, so she went to Subei Bridge in person.

Meng Huai wrote the letter gracefully without raising his eyes.But Dongqing recognized the person at a glance, and was a little surprised: "Why do you bother to work here?"

Listening to the voice, Meng Huai understood, just got up to pour tea, and replied: "The land of smoke and willows is hard to hold, I don't want to lose to Lord Shi." .

Under the bridge, flower boats come and go, and the sound of hawking from the straw shop keeps coming and going.Write a few words, a little bit of ink, no distinction between elegance and vulgarity, but just life.

No one in the world would remember that this Mr. Meng Huai was the famous artist Bishu in Yuhua Pavilion, who was famous in the imperial city in the past.

After a long time, Dongqing said lightly: "Young master, the Ministry of Criminal Justice still lacks a few clerks who can transcribe case files. If you don't mind, I will arrange for you."

Meng Huai thought for a while, then calmly replied: "I worked as a sex servant in the Fang party's sinful minister's mansion, and I still have a mother at home."

Dongqing said: "It doesn't matter, it's okay to come to the house with the reception hall to settle down." Meng Huai trembled slightly, not knowing what to say.

Seeing this, Dongqing felt lost in her words: "I'm taking the liberty just now, I don't mean anything else, if the young master is willing to come to the house and live separately on weekdays, I will never disturb."

Meng Huai held the letter in his hand and thought about it.The family guards a few acres of land, and no one can plant it. He doesn't want to get involved in the old business, and because he had an affair with Fang Dang when he was young, it is difficult to get on the right path.When my mother is old, I am afraid she will not take good care of her.

As for the temperament of the opposite party, he is deep and reticent, and he is an honest person in love/things, and he will not make things difficult for him if he thinks about it.

The next day, Meng Huai sorted out the fields at home and moved to Dongqing's mansion with his mother.He didn't have a trace of stubbornness, he went with the situation and obeyed his orders.

It's just that before he could live in peace, he went to Anmin's house to write a letter in a compliant manner.After all, this matter had to be placed in the Yuhua Pavilion in the past, and it was called snatching incense. With Mr. Qingyan's temperament, he had to be skinned.

An Minju does not lack this kind of incense. Every day and night, people who line up to burn incense and give gifts are gone.Mr. Han does not accept gifts, but the diners living in Han's mansion are all full of blood.

The butler, A Rui, was born as a handyman. When he first moved to the Han Mansion, even General Qi didn't recognize him.Now, after only staying for a year, I can already recite the official names of three provinces, six ministries, seven provinces and 36 prefectures.

General Qi saw that Mr. Han was favored by the emperor and he was busy with business, so he recommended himself several times to help A Rui to rectify his family traditions, but A Rui had never seen so many treasures in his life, and he was relentless.

When Han Shui heard about this, he was very tolerant: "Master, Qingyan is a nameless person, where does her family tradition come from?" Qi Lin: "You still say you are not wronged by the country?"

Han Shui smiled sweetly and did not refute anymore. He took out a wedding invitation from his sleeve, with broken golden flowers on a red background and two lines of black characters.Qi Lin took a closer look, but didn't recognize him.

"His name is Ye Yuan, he is the youngest son of Ye Guansi, and he lived with me in Xiling Road for a year." Han Shui said, "In two or three months, he is going to get married, please let us go."

Qi Lin pressed his palm on the wedding invitation: "Us?" Han Shui nodded.Qi Lin: "I have never had any dealings with Ye Fei." Han Shui held his chin and said with a smile: "Without him, what I wanted in the greenhouse back then would be Bishu."

Qi Lin thought for a while: "Then I'd rather have you." Han Shui grabbed a handful of candied beans into the beans and ate to his heart's content.

If you can start well, you can end well.Before going back to the garden to live in seclusion, Mr. Han still has one last big thing to do, and only after finishing it will his heart be at peace.

In the season of Qingming, Mingluan Mountain.As usual, Su Mu invited Tian Xu, Dongqing, Ze Qi, Ban Xia, and Jing Lan to accompany Mr. Han to worship the ancestors.The sacrifice is the master of Yunmeng's eleventh Shadow Pavilion in the past 200 years.

In the bamboo grove, there are white clothes and yellow flowers all over the field, but these few people, wearing black clothes and long swords, are out of place.Wherever they passed, the people gave way one after another, and even the birds were frightened away.

"Hey, it's only been a year, how did the grass grow so much again? Besides, tsk tsk, what are these things." Arriving at the cemetery, Ban Xia squinted her eyes, picked up a dead bird, and dangled it in front of everyone. dangle away.

Dongqing frowned, and immediately drew out her sword, piercing the sparrow and throwing it ten feet away.Ban Xia was quite frightened: "What are you doing?" It was Han Shui who smiled and said, "Brother Dongqing is very popular recently, don't mess with him."

This is official business, so don't procrastinate, when the few people were joking, Su Mu rolled up his sleeves, called the accompanying juniors who were frowning, and began to clean the cemetery.

There are five people in the younger generation, all of whom are Yingge Qiying, who succeeded Tian Xu, Dongqing, Zeqi, Pinellia, and Jinglan, and were named according to the Five Elements.

While sweeping the fallen leaves, Su Mu smiled and said, "Look at them, they all rushed to come here at that time, and now they know they were wronged."

The former lord of the Shadow Pavilion attracts grievances from the people, and his graveyard is often just swept the day before yesterday, and today it is a mess again.In addition to dead leaves, the ground is also full of feces, animal carcasses, and rotten eggs...

The water-character junior covered his mouth and vomited a few times on the spot, but the wood-character juniors had long been used to it.

Han Shui took the broom, shook it lightly, and said with a smile, "If I want to die, I'll throw myself into Jinjiang to clean it up, so I don't want to be buried here."

Dongqing was taken aback, and grabbed him: "My lord, Mr. Bishu has a pure heart, and my subordinates can't bear to see him suffer, that's all." Han Shui smiled more cheerfully: "That's all, he is the number one card. If you don't steal my incense, It's not fair."

After cleaning, dozens of white marble steles stood in a row, and they were finally clean and visible.The characters of gold powder, Zijun, Yiyang, Chenling...

Su Mu took a few sticks of red incense, and coughed in front of the stunned juniors.Then, they set up the altar, performed sacrificial dances, chanted incense scriptures, burned paper and sprinkled wine, and they were busy for a long time.

"If your lord is free, please ask His Majesty to at least build an ancestral hall." Su Mu said, "It's so miserable every year."

After hearing this, the five juniors felt that it made sense.Han Shui smiled: "Su Mu, follow me to the bamboo forest, I have something to tell you."

Bamboo forest, wind blowing leaves, misty clouds.Before Han Shui opened his mouth, Su Mu petitioned for the head of the film department.Han Shui raised his eyebrows: "You just finished sweeping the tomb, you still have an appetite." Su Mu smiled wryly: "It's just the name behind you."

Han Shui: "Over the past 200 years, there have been tens of millions of people who want to abolish the film department. Aren't you afraid? Evil incidents, blood spilled on the Meridian Gate, aren't you afraid?"

Su Mu: "The Shadow Department, it is impossible to abolish it."

Han Shui: "Why?" Su Mu: "If there is no shadow department, then the five sons of evil spirits are not scolding the lord, but the emperor. The emperor needs the shadow pavilion to check and balance the courtiers."

The emperor's letter cannot be broken, Han Shui smiled lightly: "Now that I understand, then from now on, the Shadow Department and the crown prince, please come to Brother Su." Su Mu: "The shadow guard is a loyal man."

Talking about Zhonglie seemed a little brazen, so Su Mu took this opportunity to find out the old bad debts and settle the matter.Han Shui only said that the scenery here is infinitely good, don't forget the heart of a child.

At sunset, the two returned home, Ban Xia waved her hands and smiled the brightest: "Hurry up, let's ride the horse in the setting sun, I'll wait for a round." In response to that sentence, nothing happened.

During the Ching Ming Festival, when the spring rains are drizzling in Lin'an City, the Anguo Street in front of Anluhou's Mansion is completely surrounded.Uncle Xiao Guo was ill, and there was an endless stream of people who came to visit, and the carriages lined up for two or three miles.

When the line came to Ningguo Street, Lord Han smiled lightly: "It's just an East Palace, why is Uncle Xiao Guo really sick?" When he lined up at the South Palace Gate, Yun Bing was startled: "Is Uncle really sick?"

The empress issued an edict to let Xiao Yu, Hou An Lu, enter the palace to face the saint.Three days later, there was no news.Empress Dowager Xiao found Yun Bing tremblingly, her eyes were swollen like peaches, and her tears were like rain.

A mournful cry echoed throughout the palace: "Bing'er, Bing'er... your uncle was in front of this palace in order to help you ascend to the throne. Nine deaths..."

Because of the marriage, Yun Bing had a quarrel with Uncle Guo, and he was still angry: "Forget it, I will go to An Lu Hou Mansion to visit the sick in person, and bring two imperial doctors, okay?"

In the misty rain, eight white Zhu horses, pulling a golden lacquered and carved dragon cart, ran across the wet bluestone official road.The Habayashi Army cleared the way ahead, and the sound of scolding filled his ears.

Yun Bing held the Xuan Chuang tightly, biting her lips pale.She is the king of a country, in front of Xiao Shi, she can only pretend to be fearless.But she also knows very well that the country cannot live without a phase.

Sheng Jia came in a hurry, and the Hou's mansion was in a panic. Yun Bing only asked, "Is Uncle Guo okay?" But he saw Xiao Yu in the lotus pond in the backyard, wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, fishing under the pavilion.

As soon as Yun Bing stepped forward, Xiao Yu reprimanded: "I'm not old yet, so I don't need to help him!" His cheekbones were sunken, his face was ashen, and his voice was still full of blood.

Yun Bing: "It's me."

Xiao Yu turned around and laughed out loud.

"Bing'er, Bing'er, do you know why the late emperor gave you this name? When you were born, there was no good omen at all. Your mother was in a hurry, and asked the little eunuch to fill the hall with ice mirrors, and used purple orchid juice to make it out. The hall is full of red light."

"The first emperor just smiled and said, since she is a princess, why not call her 'Bing'? Your mother cried for three days and three nights, saying that she did not stand up for the Xiao family."

"After so many things happened, Lao Xiao's family became angry and made troubles, but he finally understood that you are a good emperor after all."

The guards in the palace and servants in the mansion were all around, and they were quite frightened.Madam Guo fell to the ground to plead guilty, saying that he had been unconscious for several days and ignored food and clothing.Yun Bing settled down: "You wait to step back."

The illness came like a mountain, Xiao Yu was unwilling to be weak, so he insisted on sitting without saluting.Yun Bing: "I'll just ask three people." Xiao Yu braced himself up and turned the fishing rod in his hand: "Is it Lin Yun, Han Shui and Qi Lin?"

Yun Bing laughed at himself.Xiao Yu: "Actually, His Majesty knows these people well, and the old minister knows that he can't resist." Yun Bing: "Listen."

Xiao Yu said: "Lin Yun, who presided over the New Deal, has made great achievements and talents. He is worthy of the position of Minister Zuo Cheng. But this person is narrow-minded and will use all means to exclude other parties in the future. Someone needs to check and balance."

Xiao Yu smiled, and said again: "Han Shui is a Yuhua prostitute, I don't bother to mention it." Yun Bing: "Uncle is really thorough."

Speaking of the third person, Xiao Yu sighed helplessly.Yun Bing said: "Does Uncle also think that Qi Lin will rebel?"

The first time, the general said with a smile, if she loses the country, he will be the country; the next time, the general triumphantly, aggressive, insisting on reading the moon cup of Tianying; the third time, the general shot her white tiger.

Xiao Yu could hear the joke in the tone immediately.He suddenly pulled up the fishing rod in his hand, his eyes seemed to be on fire.Yun Bing: "What does uncle mean?"

Xiao Yu's hands trembled, but he smiled arrogantly: "Your Majesty, you know what the old minister remembered when he thrust the sword into the late emperor's chest? The late emperor once said that the Xiao family likes fire and likes to play with fire. It depends on who can do it in the end." Burn someone."

The Empress was startled, thinking that Uncle Guo was seriously ill this time, fearing that there was not much left, she immediately ran back to the palace and summoned the Secretary of State to discuss the funeral...

Uncle Xiao Guo didn't complain about himself, and when the empress left, he asked the servants in the mansion to carry him to Dali Temple to meet old friends.

Half a month later, Xiao Yu, the uncle of Shang Shu Sheng Zuo Cheng An Luhou Guo, died of a cold at the table with Fangtuo against the party.

In Lin'an City, the situation changed suddenly.

The author has something to say:

Dongqing and the others belong to the generation of wooden characters, and the next generation is the generation of water characters.

The names I choose for characters are really Buddhist, such as water, fire, forest, and ice.

Thank you little angels for your support~ I love you~