Du Qiuwan looked at Du Lingchun and was dazed for a moment. I don't know if it was an illusion. She always felt that the gloomy aura that had been lingering on her brother for many years was lighter.
Summer is almost over, but the flowers in the palace are still fragrant. Du Qiuwan saw that a dead leaf fell on Du Lingchun's shoulder, raised his hand and gently brushed it for him, his fingernails were dyed with Dan Kou, slender and delicate: "What do I think is something, it is worth your coming to ask me."
Du Lingchun was silent for a moment and said, "He is my brother's confidant."
Du Qiu said lately: "No matter how close you are, you have to be on guard. People are separated from each other. How can you know that he is loyal to you, don't shoot yourself in the foot."
Because of Du Lingchun's unusual attitude, she did not immediately agree to this matter.
Du Lingchun pondered and said, "My sister still remembers the past..."
Du Qiuwan felt that the sun was shining, so he sat lazily in the corridor, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief: "How was it in the past?"
Du Lingchun made up a half-truth reason: "When we were passing through Jiangzhou, we met a kind lady who offered porridge and food, and Gongsun Zhuoyu was his only son, so we also had a meal. Grace."
The old days were too hard to forget. Hearing what he said, Du Qiuwan also remembered it, and was slightly startled: "Is it actually that lady's child?"
Du Lingchun nodded yes.
Du Qiu took care of his handkerchief late and said, "It happened 20 years ago, I didn't expect to meet you in the capital... Anyway, it's not a big deal, I heard people say that he has found out the truth of the case, A Jingzhao Yin is also suitable, and His Majesty should not object."
Du Lingchun gave a rare smile: "Thank you, sister."
His younger brother, naturally, is pleasing to the eye no matter how he looks at it. Du Qiuwan thought that Du Lingchun was much better than the Queen's younger brother who only knew how to tease cats and dogs all day long. It's a pity...
It's a pity that when he was struggling with his livelihood, he entered the palace and became a eunuch.
Nowadays, even if the power is in power and the wealth is in hand, it is not necessarily really happy.
Most of the eunuchs in the palace find palace maids to be their counterparts and live together. Although he knew that it would make Du Lingchun unhappy, Du Qiuwan couldn't hold back and said, "You should also find someone close to you to serve you, always alone, like something."
Du Lingchun was really unhappy, and said sullenly, "Sister is stabbing me?"
He is a eunuch, looking for a woman.
Du Qiuwan frowned and said, "Why do you reject people thousands of miles away? How would you know if you don't try? Find someone who is wise to serve you first, maybe you'll change your mind."
Du Lingchun rolled his sleeves and said coldly, "No!"
Du Qiuwan glared at him: "If you don't look for it, you won't look for it. I don't know who is following this stubborn temper. I see that you don't want to stay with me, Cuiqiao, and drove him out."
After speaking, he threw the silk in his hand and turned around and entered the inner hall.
Cuiqiao looked at Du Lingchun subconsciously, but saw that the master left without turning his head.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was sitting in the carriage at the gate of the palace waiting for Du Lingchun, when he heard someone calling him outside, and subconsciously opened the curtain of the carriage, only to see that it was Yan Fu.
Gongsun Zhuoyu instinctively wanted to get out of the carriage, but seeing that Yan Fu was also sitting in the carriage, talking to himself through the curtain, he didn't move, and bowed his hands: "So it's Yan Xiang, what's the matter?"
Yan Fu smiled and stroked his beard: "Why are you here, little friend?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't mind letting others know that he was with Du Lingchun: "Ah, because there are some things to discuss with Du Company, so I'm waiting for him here."
At Yan Fu's age, it is impossible to really care about anything. As an official and a slaughter, he is much more open-minded than ordinary people. He heard the words and stroked his beard: "General Mo and the old man are also old friends. It's a pity that when the Mo family had an accident, the old man was unable to help. Today, I would like to thank the little friend for interceding in the hall."
To be a good person, one must be considerate in every aspect. Some people say that Yan Fu has countless disciples and friends all over the world, which shows that his popularity is good. Just relying on him alone in the officialdom to support, in the end is still more than enough.
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't want to be that kind of person, but he wouldn't belittle this kind of behavior either, he just said, "As a parent official, it should be."
Yan Fu suddenly mentioned another unrelated matter: "The locust plagues in the south are frequent, and people are dying of starvation. Your Majesty has sent an imperial messenger to release grain to relieve the disaster."
The imperial envoy is a member of Du Lingchun's party. If the silver taels are allocated, they will definitely be deducted by them.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was silent, wanting to hear what Yan Fu would say.
Yan Fu's eyes are full of wisdom, but he is also very old: "Old man Guan Xiaoyou is not a person of great evil. If you can persuade Du Sigong to be virtuous, it will also be a good thing to save the people and save yourself. There is Zhao Gao in the Qin Dynasty, and Liang Yi in the Eastern Han Dynasty. The Southern Song Dynasty had Chen Ziqiang, and the Northern Song Dynasty had Cai Jing. At the time, they were powerful and wealthy enough to rival the country, but it is a pity that if they do too much injustice, they will kill themselves, so why should people repeat the same mistakes today?”
After he finished speaking, he let out a long sigh. He couldn't help but have some sentimental illnesses that the old man shared. He slowly lowered the curtain of the car and waved the driver to leave.
Gongsun Zhuoyu sat in the carriage, thoughtful. He thought to himself that Yan Fu was telling himself that doing unrighteous things would only be temporary, and it would be better if he turned around sooner, otherwise he would not end up in a good way.
The words are a bit harsh, but the reasoning is not harsh.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was a little distracted by his fiddling, and he didn't know what to think, so he knocked on the wall of the car: "That ball."
The carriage was silent, without any movement.
Gongsun Zhuoyu blinked quickly, trying to recall the name of the system: "That... When is 00? 007?"
The system flew out from behind and hit him on the back of the head with its wings: [I am 009]
Gongsun Zhuoyu was slammed on the wall of the car by the pia it swiped, and his eyes flashed with gold stars.
The system snorted: [Why are you calling me?]
Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately came to his senses: "You said that I died miserably in my last life, right?"
The system thought that you didn't die miserably, but deserved it: [Hmm.]
Gongsun Zhuoyu asked, "Then do you know how Du Lingchun died in his last life? Did he receive a good death?"
Generals died in battle, and horse leather wrapped their bodies back; civil servants were exhausted, and after they died, they fell into coffins; power officials turned their hands and fiddled with the situation, and most of them were caught in power and conspiracy.
The system's wings fanned, and hesitantly said: [There are regulations above, which can't be said.]
Gongsun Zhuoyu blinked and said in a low voice, "Tell me quietly, I promise not to tell anyone, I am the most loyal."
The system pulled his head away with its wings, and said nothing, only tugging at a sentence: [A family that accumulates goodness must have Yu Qing, and a family that accumulates bad things must have Yuqing.]
It was reluctant to reveal too much, and seemed to be afraid of Gongsun Zhuoyu's questioning, so he disappeared into the air with a swoosh.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, sat back slowly, and pondered the meaning of his words: Those who cultivate goodness will surely be blessed, and those who do evil will surely suffer misfortune.
Could it be that Du Lingchun, a powerful official with power over the court and the opposition, didn't have a good death in his last life
Gongsun Zhuoyu suddenly felt a little lonely. He thought it was difficult to be a loyal minister in a turbid and chaotic world, but he didn't expect that a traitor would not necessarily end well. How to protect itself in this world has become a problem.
Du Lingchun came out of the imperial concubine's palace, and as soon as he got into the carriage, he saw Gongsun Zhuoyu paralyzed in his position, groaning.
"Who messed with you?"
Du Lingchun pushed him and took a seat beside him, thinking of what Du Qiuwan said just now, his heart was still a little depressed. But seeing Gongsun Zhuoyu's soulless appearance, he put it aside and coaxed him first: "You have already agreed with your sister about the position of Jingzhao Yin, why are you frowning?"
The carriage is big enough to lie down. Gongsun Zhuoyu simply put her pillow on Du Lingchun's lap, and asked without thinking, "The company is already a very high-ranking official, but what else do you want but haven't got?"
Du Lingchun was startled when he heard the words, but he had never thought about this issue. He looked down at Gongsun Zhuoyu's eyebrows, pinched his face, and said angrily, "Why are you asking this?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Well... I just want to know."
Du Lingchun didn't think for a long time, only said one word: "No."
He already has power, gold and silver, Gongsun Zhuoyu, enough.
After Du Lingchun finished speaking, he looked at Gongsun Zhuoyu again: "What about you, do you have anything you want to ask for?"
Whenever he was not sitting on the throne or visiting the brothel, Du Lingchun was willing to get it for him.
Gongsun Zhuoyu said happily: "I want to be famous in history and become a celebrity, so that people will remember me after I die."
Du Lingchun is an ancient person and is quite taboo about certain words. Hearing this, he covered his mouth and whispered: "Little bastard, how old are you, you are dead and alive with your mouth shut, and you are not allowed to talk about it in the future."
Gongsun Zhuoyu took his hand and kissed it on the lips: "Okay, listen to the company."
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It is hard to find an official position, but if all the connections in the harem of the previous dynasty are opened up, nothing is impossible. After the Mo Jingxian case was over, within half a month, the emperor couldn't help the concubine's pillow wind, and ordered Gongsun Zhuoyu to be appointed as the new Jing Zhaoyin.
Gongsun Zhuoyu finally didn't have to wear the magistrate's official uniform like the green king, and changed into a new official robe with a light red color and ten gold belts, which was very imposing. From an official the size of a sesame and mung bean to an official the size of a watermelon, it only takes a blink of an eye.
"Now that you have been promoted, you should take up the post tomorrow, Dianmao. The capital is no better than Jiangzhou, so you must not be as lazy as before."
Du Lingchun had already figured out Gongsun Zhuoyu's temperament. If no one shouted, it would be common for him to fall asleep three times in the morning. You can tell just by looking at his lack of formal appearance when he tried the case in Jiangzhou.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was thinking of another thing: "Isn't there any way to accompany the company in the future?"
The capital is at the foot of the emperor, and every word and deed must be cautious, otherwise, he will be impeached by the imperial censor. With Du Lingchun's status, he was scolded by their noses. What's more, those pens are from Yan Fuyi's party. They must have been staring in the dark when they saw that Gongsun Zhuoyu and Du Lingchun were in close contact with each other.
But those literati are very strong, and all of them are not afraid of death, and they will die at every turn, hitting the dragon column with their heads and splashing blood on the Taiji Temple. Sometimes the emperor can't do anything about them.
Du Lingchun was sitting behind the desk drinking tea. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him, using the tea lid to skim off the foam: "Just cause me some trouble."
But in his heart, it was quite useful for him to remember himself.
Gongsun Zhuoyu came over, leaned against the desk, took the Genhu pen and turned it between his fingers twice: "Does the company think I'm annoying, maybe I really listened to what the concubine said and wanted to find someone smart and smart. Waiting by your side?"
When Du Lingchun came back that day, he told him what Du Qiuwan had said, and Gongsun Zhuoyu would mention it from time to time, making it clear that he was a demon.
Du Lingchun slowly rubbed his temples with his fingertips, thinking that Gongsun Zhuoyu was clearly a living ancestor and was hard to serve. Half-truth: "If you really find it, how are you doing?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his chin slightly, and immediately pointed his pen to the lotus pond outside the window and said, "Believe it or not, I'll jump down and show you."
Du Lingchun beat his hand down: "Nonsense!"
But no momentum.
Gongsun Zhuoyu simply closed the window and squeezed with him with a smile: "I'm already smart, the company can't find someone smarter than me."
Du Lingchun put the tea cup back and said in a low voice, "Fool."
Why should Gongsun Zhuoyu be so nervous, besides him, who else would like a eunuch. Du Lingchun didn't worry about him attracting bees and butterflies, but he was worried about Du Lingchun.
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that when he took office tomorrow, he would have a lot of chores, and he would not be free for a while. In the end, the young man was full of vigor, he directly embraced Du Lingchun's waist, kissed him tightly on the other side's neck, and skillfully lifted the belt.
Du Lingchun subconsciously glanced at the doors and windows and saw that they were all closed, so he didn't care anymore. His eyebrows were lowered, and while responding to his kiss, he reprimanded him in a vague voice: "Don't look at the time, it's still daylight!"
Du Lingchun was still not used to revealing himself in broad daylight.
Gongsun Zhuoyu pressed him on the table, and the rice paper and inkstone cluttered: "What are you afraid of, the sky will be dark in a while."
Gongsun Zhuoyu kissed along Du Lingchun's side face all the way, spraying hot air on his neck, ambiguous and wet, more handy than the previous few times. The red shirt on Du Lingchun's body was wrinkled, and when it landed, it was like a beautiful flower, lying quietly on the fleece blanket.
"Well… "
Du Lingchun felt that the table was cold and hard and uncomfortable, but he couldn't struggle. He looked up at the top with slack eyes, and there was a tinge of red at the end of his slender eyes that gradually smudged out, and he wanted to dispel some of the lingering that he had carried all the year round. .
Gongsun Zhuoyu would occasionally kiss his wound, a kiss that was so soft that it couldn't be softer.
Every time Du Lingchun arrived at this time, he would always be uncontrollably embarrassed and his body trembled. He clenched Gongsun Zhuoyu's shoulders tightly, and was stimulated to the point of tears, frowning, and his voice hoarse: "Don't..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu leaned over again, kissed his ear, grinded and nibbled, and called to him loudly: "Company... Company..."
He picked up a strand of ink like Du Lingchun's crow feathers, and asked him in a low voice, "Who else can make the company so happy except me?"
Du Lingchun couldn't hear his shameless words, his face was hot and his ears were hot, but he couldn't refute it. Raising his hand to cover Gongsun Zhuoyu's mouth, he gasped and said intermittently, "You bastard, where did you learn nonsense?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu blushed and whispered, "I read it in the book."
Because he was covering his mouth, his voice was not clear.
Du Lingchun's hair was messy and he glared at him: "It must not be a serious book."
Gongsun Zhuoyu murmured, "Who reads the serious books?"
Du Lingchun's body was unstable, and he knocked over the pen holder with the wrong hand, causing Ding Ling to bang for a while. Fortunately, Wu Yue went to the outer door to guard, and could not hear any movement. The two made a mess in the study, and they only stopped when it was dark.
The night is dark, but the scenery in the courtyard is still beautiful, and the sparse and sparse shadows of rare and exotic grasses also have a swaying style. In the afternoon, someone sent a stack of account books. Wu Yue glanced at the sky, guessing that it was almost time, so he walked over and knocked on the door: "Company."
It was quiet inside, and after a while, Du Lingchun's soft voice sounded a little hoarse: "Come in."
Wu Yue watched his nose and his heart. He never looked around. He went straight in, put the account book on the desk, and said succinctly, "Institute, Mr. Liu sent it this afternoon. The things have already been put into the warehouse."
Through a screen, he could not see the scene in the bedroom.
Du Lingchun said, "I see, let's go."
Wu Yue left the room without changing his face, and closed the door quietly.
Gongsun Zhuoyu walked out of the screen and glanced at the table. He thought it was some precious thing, but it turned out to be this account book: "What is this?"
Du Lingchun put on his clothes, thinking that it was naturally a tribute from the people below. But looking at Gongsun Zhuoyu's unclear expression, he didn't want to say anything, and said casually, "Some accounts in the warehouse."
Accepting bribes is not a glorious thing, inexplicable, Du Lingchun is reluctant to tell him.
But Gongsun Zhuoyu could vaguely guess what it was. He remembered that the official sent by the emperor for disaster relief seemed to be surnamed Liu, and he heard what Wu Yue said just now that the items had been put into the warehouse, and he was afraid that it was a tribute from the other party.
Gongsun Zhuoyu blinked: "Is this year's disaster relief silver?"
Du Lingchun's body was a little sore, and he was leaning on the chair to rest. Hearing that, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him. He tapped his fingertips on his knees.
Du Lingchun picked up a cup of tea, but he didn't have the heart to drink it, and quietly observed Gongsun Zhuoyu's reaction.
Officialdom is like this, one layer is greedy and one layer, if you don't take it, others will naturally take it.
Gongsun Zhuoyu actually didn't have any reaction in his heart, he walked over and took a seat beside Du Lingchun, pulled the man into his arms, rubbed his waist lightly, and said in a small talk: "I heard that the locust plague in the south is very serious, and it has already been a disaster. Twenty-three counties."
Du Lingchun's soft eyebrows looked a little dark in the candlelight, and said in a cool tone: "Are you pity those people?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu shook his head honestly: "No."
Of course, there may be a little bit, which can be completely ignored.
Du Lingchun glanced at him: "Then why are you unhappy?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu never hides anything from him, resting his chin on Du Lingchun's neck, rubbing his chin on Du Lingchun's neck, pitifully, and said in a sad tone: "Company, I'm afraid that I've done too many bad things, so why don't we have to die in the future? manage?"
Du Lingchun: "..."
Du Lingchun couldn't think of Gongsun Zhuoyu's idea when he was beaten to death, and now he couldn't help it without scolding him. He put the tea cup heavily on the table: "You bastard, you've been talking nonsense all day!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu was sitting close to the candle, his eyes were a little red from the smoke, and he looked like he was crying. He rubbed his eyes casually and muttered, "That's what it says in the book."
After speaking, he hugged Du Lingchun a little tighter, his voice muffled: "I'm afraid the company will die."
Du Lingchun concluded: "You..."
He turned his head and looked at Gongsun Zhuoyu's reddish eyes, but he couldn't scold him at all, and suddenly fell into silence.
The author has something to say: Du Lingchun: You don't have to curse me like this