old-fashioned heartbreak
"Tuk Tuk Tuk."
Nangong Jingnu heard the knock on the door, but did not respond immediately, but made the final stroke smoothly and said leisurely: "Who?"
Forty-nine: "Little Highness, it's an old slave."
Nangong Jingnu: "Come in."
Sijiu went into the study with a tray in hand, knelt on the edge of the book table and held the tray high above his head: "Little Highness, this is the latest important document sent, Your Majesty means that you will be sent back by Zhu Zhu. Please take a look." From the beginning to the end, Si Jiu's eyes were very cleverly avoiding the imperial case.
Nangong Jingnu took the tray and put it on the side of the case, and replied without raising her head, "Got it."
Forty-nine: "The old slave retire."
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Nangong Jingnv methodically dealt with the previous memorials before she received the new memorials.
The opinions of Xing Jingfu and the fifth prince Nangongda have already been written above. If there is no objection, Nangong Jingnu only needs to write down a word "quasi" with the cinnabar pen in her hand. Use a red pen to tick it off and rewrite the highest execution order, which is called Zhupi.
The highest will of all dynasties, only the words written by the emperor's royal pen can be called Zhu Cui.
In the past month, Nangong Rang, who was sick in bed, suddenly "improved". Although the fifth prince, Nangong Rang, was still under the supervision of the country, Zhu Bianquan returned to Nangong Rang's hands.
However, Nangong Rang once issued a decree. Due to the inconvenience of half of the body, it has been changed to Zhu Zhu on the left hand, and the font has changed. No need to be surprised.
Many old ministers are grateful, His Majesty is concerned about the world and still cares about the government with the pen in his left hand...
Not long after Qi Yan left, Nangong Jingnu was called by Nangong Rang to "have lunch together" every day. She read it all the way from old newspapers, and reviewed the first one a month ago under Nangong Rang's watchful eye. Memorial...
Suddenly, the tip of Nangong Jingnv's pen trembled, and after a long silence, she pressed the imperial pen that she had been holding for two hours onto the golden dragon pen.
He straightened his waist, moved his shoulders, and carefully picked up the memorial in front of him.
Jingjia ten years in September.
My minister, Qi Yan, the servant of the Ministry of Industry, knelt down and made a kowtow to your Majesty to give me a look...
The weather was unpredictable, the flood control of Cao Gong along the Luoshui River was seriously damaged, and the local people were miserable.
Thanks to the good times, His Majesty is blessed, the people are united, and the power of the three harmony works together, and it finally shows results after six months.
My minister, I am deeply pityed by the Holy King, and occupy the position of the servant of the Ministry of Industry. Although I am conscientious and conscientious, I do not dare to slack off for a day. However, my ability is not good, I often feel that I am not enough, and I live up to the king's kindness. Fortunately, the help of His Royal Highness the Third Highness and all the ministers and colleagues, I am fortunate to live up to my mission.
To, September; all damaged Cao workers, flood protection, and repairs have been completed, waiting for the autumn rain to check.
The minister boldly predicted that this disaster relief trip would be completed, and it was fortunate that the mission was not disgraceful.
The corners of Nangong Jingnv's mouth twitched, and a silent and brilliant smile bloomed. Through this humbly and rigorous memorial, Nangong Jingnv seemed to see Qi Yan's serious speech.
In the past six months, she has read hundreds of memorials, and what she has to say is: Qi Yan's memorials are the best in the wording and wording of all the memorials. Although they seem a little long-winded, they make people feel very comfortable after reading them.
Obviously it is a great contribution, but there is not a trace of credit between the lines. Instead, all the credit is given to others.
Nangong Jingnu had long been tired after reading the memorial for most of the day, and Qi Yan's memorial made her physically and mentally happy.
She laid the memorial on the imperial case and read it over and over again, but she couldn't help raising her slender hand and gently stroked the words on it.
Like anger, like praise: "Coward~! After working so hard for so long, you don't even dare to write a memorial for the award?"
Nangong Jingnv picked up the imperial pen again, and dipped the tip of the pen against the inkstone platform. The memorial has already been approved by the Zhongshu Ling and the Fifth Prince.
Zhongshuling left two paragraphs, the content is roughly: Qi Yan is warned to pay attention to the follow-up finishing work, not to relax and be proud.
The fifth prince, Nangongda, wrote three words: Got it.
Nangong Jingnu snorted softly, dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes, she raised her imperial pen and neatly ticked off Lord Zhongshuling's comments, and found a blank space to write: Reward.
…
Qi Yan was wearing a plain long gown, her hair was meticulously tied on top of her head, her wheat-colored skin was full of healthy vitality, and her amber-colored eyes showed a touch of warmth, staring at the old woman in front of her.
An ordinary old woman in Wei State, Qi Yan did not have such a person in her memory.
The ancestor worship has been completed, and he will continue to return to Beijing in two days.
For the aliens who stole whole sheep, Qi Yan ordered someone to dig a deep pit and personally watched the guards bury those people alive. However, the two suffering "mother and daughter" Wei people received courtesy from Qi Yan.
The old woman swallowed her saliva, staring at the delicacies of the mountains and seas on the table in front of her, but did not dare to do anything.
Qi Yan smiled without saying a word, and personally scooped up a bowl of crystal clear white porridge and sent it to the old woman: "Mother, you have been hungry for too long, your spleen and stomach are weak and you can't bear the meat, so drink the porridge and moisten it before eating the meat. Eat."
The old woman had served the white porridge, and she poured it into her mouth regardless of whether it was hot or not. It was not until the bottom of the bowl of porridge that she remembered to say her thanks: "Thank you, sir, I... The woman is rude."
Qi Yan smiled lightly, and filled another half bowl for the old woman: "Auntie, let's drink some more."
The old woman hurriedly agreed, and after drinking the porridge, she stared at the roast chicken on the table, elbows...
Qi Yan personally tore a chicken leg for the old woman and put it on the plate regardless of the oiliness. Seeing how the old woman was gobbling it, Qi Yan put another chicken leg, two wings, and chicken breast on the old woman's plate. , took a clean cloth and wiped off the oil star on his hand, and clipped a chopstick. There were more than a dozen elbows and put them in the old woman's plate.
Watching the old woman gobble her food, Youyou said, "Auntie, let me tell you a story."
The old woman buried her head and ate: "Mmmm!"
Qi Yan didn't care about the old woman's rudeness, smiled gently, and told a story.
A long, long time ago, there lived a family of three in a paradise where cattle and sheep were all over the place and the folk customs were simple. When the "boy" was three years old, his parents gave her a sister. The boy was very happy and vowed to protect his sister and give the best to her. Give her, take care of her to grow up safely, and find the bravest and kindest husband for her sister.
However, when the boy was eight years old, a group of robbers broke into this paradise. The boy's father was no match for his wife who was pregnant for the third time, so he had to choose a loyal and brave servant to send a pair of children out, hoping that they would can survive.
The brothers and sisters escaped outside for more than half a year, but they were caught up by the enemy family. In order to protect the younger sister, the elder brother took the initiative to attract the pursuit of the enemy family, and wanted to leave the chance of life to the younger sister, but unfortunately...
"Forehead… "
The old woman suddenly stopped eating, as if she was choking on something, her cheeks were bulging, her mouth was full of oil, and she pursed her lips desperately, not wanting to spit out the contents of her mouth.
Qi Yan's eyes were calm, and she said to herself: "The two brothers and sisters were separated like this. My brother once thought that my sister was dead and no longer had any expectations. Until she accidentally discovered a crazy girl's waist, with a family member. imprint..."
The old woman's blushing face showed consternation, her eyes widened and she stared at Qi Yan, and a painful sound of "forehead" came out of her throat.
Qi Yan opened her clothes with a smile, and a lifelike wolf king tattoo appeared.
"Wow", the old woman seemed to have seen a ghost, fiddled with the saucer on the table to the ground, opened her mouth and spit out the food inside with a "wow".
But his expression was still painful, and he was holding his throat, his eyes full of disbelief.
Qi Yan stood up, tidied up her clothes slowly, and stopped looking at the old woman: "Auntie's porridge contains 'Jade Powder', which is a very precious medicinal material. The user will experience abdominal distension and swollen limbs. Coupled with overeating... Even if the slapstick comes, it can only be found out that he died?"
The old woman fell to the ground, twitching in pain, staring at Qi Yan, her eyes full of fear, pleading, puzzled...
Qi Yan looked down at the old woman condescendingly, her eyes sinking like water.
However, a round teardrop overflowed from the corner of his eye and slipped silently.
She raised her arms and bowed respectfully: "Auntie must think that I will take revenge for my kindness, right? I, Qiyan Agula, sincerely thank you for treating my sister like your own daughter, taking care of her and not suffering more, but you see After passing the totem on her waist, having eaten this meal, feel at ease and go on the road to be a full-fledged ghost, Qiyan Agula will send you to the end, and I will join a good family in my next life..."
With a violent convulsion, the old woman breathes less and breathes out more...
Jingjia ten years, October.
The prairie prince who had been dormant for twelve years: Qiyan Agula, for the first time, personally killed a person and killed the benefactor who saved his sister.
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The next day was the last day for the team to return to Beijing.
Qi Yan found the guard who caught the alien that day, and asked him to call the other guards who caught the alien to do a private matter for her.
Qi Yan was very generous, and as soon as they met, they each sealed 22 taels of silver: "Several, this aunt is also pitiful, I wanted her to have a good meal, but she didn't want to die... I also invited a few to come, Let's go outside the city and bury the aunt's coffin."
The guards took Qi Yan's money and said, "Don't worry, my lord, just leave such trivial matters to our brothers."
Qi Yan: "Someone Qi is ashamed. Let's go with you. If the aunt has no children, I will help her in person."
The guard said admiringly, "Your Excellency is really a bodhisattva. To be able to receive such a great gift from an official of the third rank, this old lady will die without regrets."
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Outside the city, several guards turned their arms to dig a pit. Qi Yan suggested several times to dig the pit deeper.
The big pit was dug, and the old woman's coffin was put in it, and a large chunk of it was rich. Qi Yan took out a paper bag containing ten fragrant meat patties from the box and cage, and took out a pot of wine to distribute to a few people: "A few of you have worked hard, and you will fall to the ground after eating."
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Half an hour later, all the guards were bleeding from their seven orifices and died in an instant.
Qi Yan kicked the bodies of several people into the deep pit, picked up a shovel and buried them with her own hands.