Others thought that Feng Ye was impressed by Yan Sikong's talent at the dinner party, so he had a personal relationship, which made it easier for the two of them to walk around each other in the future.
Feng Ye disliked Yan Sikong's shabby residence, so he sent a few bolts of silk cloth today and two jugs of good wine tomorrow, Yan Sikong was not too polite, and accepted them all.
But after that day, they didn't meet each other because Feng Ye had already reported to Zhao Fuyi.
There are more than 30,000 garrison troops in the capital, mainly composed of 3,000 imperial guards inside the city walls and 20,000 guards in Jingshan, and another 7,000 to 8,000 people are distributed in Miyun and Kaifeng. Among them, the Jingshan garrison led by Zhao Fuyi, the deputy general of Shuntian Prefecture, played the most critical role in defending against foreign enemies and internal alienation. It guarded the capital with a cornered posture, and controlled the internal and external, so that the soldiers of the capital were sufficient to control all ways. There will be no external chaos, and the soldiers of the various ways will be enough to control the capital, so there will be no internal changes.
It was this elite army that Feng Ye went to, and they hadn't returned to Beijing for several days, so they must be very busy.
Yan Sikong is not idle either, the emperor's birthday ceremony is approaching, they are doing a final review of the historical scrolls, in order not to miss a single word.
That night, he happened to be in the battle of Qingzhou fifteen years ago. This battle, just like the Guangning Defense War, was a scar on his heart. Of course, after being blatantly whitewashed, the person who should be responsible for the crime will shirk the blame completely. The name Han Zhaoxing vigorously stabbed at his nerves.
The slender fingertips gently caressed the dry ink, and I felt that every word seemed to jump out of the paper, bursting out with extremely tense darkness, engulfing the truth and justice into the abyss where the sun cannot be seen.
Suddenly, Yan Sikong's fingers stopped.
He found a typo. Specifically, it is a missing character. The year name Zhaowu is missing a "Zhao" here. What's more coincident is that there is a gap near the edge of the page under the word "Wu". If you add a word here , it looks natural and unobtrusive.
His heart trembled slightly, and an idea flashed through his mind. He raised his head calmly, and saw several colleagues around him, who were all studying hard by the lamp.
He lightly covered the pages of the book with his hand, yawned loudly, and said in a sleepy voice, "Why hasn't the dining room brought you a midnight snack? I'm too hungry to sit still."
Liu Zhaolin also complained: "Isn't it? It's time to send it."
Yan Sikong said: "Why don't we take a short break and go to the yard to get some fresh air and wake up, and the supper should be delivered."
Shen Hexuan said: "Then let's rest for a while, I'll let the eunuch remind me."
The summer evening breeze was pleasant, and several people stood or stood in the courtyard, chatting a few words, most of which were about the emperor's birthday ceremony.
"The file work will be completed in about three to five days. We must have a good meal and celebrate by then." Liang Sui said with a smile, "It will also relieve our fatigue."
"Brother Liang, where is he going to relieve his fatigue?" Liu Zhaolin winked and smiled.
"Well... I'll take you there, and you'll know it naturally."
Several people laughed.
After chatting and laughing for a while, the dining room really brought soup for supper, and they moved to the tea room to enjoy it.
Yan Sikong ate two mouthfuls, and left the teahouse with an excuse to make things convenient. Wenyuan Pavilion occupies a small area. He quickly walked back to the front hall from the backyard, quickly ran to his desk, took out a piece of rice paper, and brought it up. Pen, imitating the words on the open book in front of him.
This passage was written by Liu Zhaolin, and he recognized this person's handwriting. He found the character "Zhao" written by Liu Zhaolin and imitated it carefully.
When Ge Zhong corrected Li Boyun's letter to frame Yuanmao, he also learned how to imitate other people's handwriting, but if he gets the chance, one day, he will use his own way to punish him, and now is a good opportunity .
Although Huo Li, a university scholar, was in charge of the work of compiling history, when the emperor assigned this beautiful job, which was very easy to ask for credit, Xie Zhongren strongly recommended Wang Shengsheng, the second assistant of the cabinet. The actual leader, if there is a problem with the compilation of history, he cannot escape the responsibility.
After imitating more than a dozen of them, Yan Sikong felt that it was basically difficult to tell the truth from the fake, so he concentrated on adding the word "Zhao" after the word "Wu".
The word Wuzhao now generally refers to the two emperors "Hanwu and Hanzhao". The reign title of the current emperor is wrongly written as Wuzhao by Zhaowu.
After Yan Sikong finished writing, he rolled up the toilet paper, stuffed it into his sleeve, and returned to the tea room as if nothing had happened, continuing to eat his supper.
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After the work of compiling the history was completely completed, the Imperial Academy members breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Sikong, who had lived in Wenyuan Pavilion for four days, finally returned home, took a comfortable hot bath, rested for half a day, and went to a bureau he couldn't refuse at night—to the brothel.
Although the Imperial Academy has been the cradle for cultivating cabinet ministers and ministers since ancient times, it is a place of fascination for scholars all over the world. If you enter the Imperial Academy, you will be from a top family and have the capital to ascend to the imperial court. When people get together, they don't just read sage books. They want to communicate, socialize, and accumulate their own political capital. Many Beijing officials gag during the day and dance on the pavilion at night, but this is not only unique to the Hanlin Academy, but the atmosphere of the entire dynasty is like this.
As night fell, he changed into his normal clothes and planned to go out.
Ali, who was supposed to call him a carriage, came into the house and gestured with his hands.
Yan Sikong raised his eyebrows: "The people from Jingyuan Palace are here?"
Ali nodded.
Yan Sikong went out and saw that it was Fengfu's coachman.
The coachman respectfully said: "Master Yan, my family's eldest son has invited Master Yan to the residence for a gathering."
"The son came back from Jingshan?"
"Yes, just arrived in the afternoon."
"Unfortunately, I have already made an appointment, so please report back to your son, and I will visit again tomorrow."
"This..." the coachman was a little embarrassed.
Yan Sikong asked: "Ali, where is the carriage?"
The coachman said: "Where is Master Yan going? The villain will take you."
"No need, you can go back." It would be too ostentatious to take Fengfu's carriage to visit the kilns.
Ali called the carriage and it arrived quickly, Yan Sikong got into the carriage, and the carriage drove far away towards Tinglange, which is the most elegant brothel in the capital.
The people at this party were almost the same people as those who drank all night just to see the little wolf king enter the capital. They were still in the Zhou Mixing group. However, his father is the governor of Shuntian Prefecture, in charge of government affairs and judicial affairs around the capital, with a high position and authority, everyone wants to curry favor.
Zhou Mixing has recently been infatuated with Yeli, the oiran of Tinglange, and it is said that he has spent a lot of money on her. Everyone is very curious about this rumored woman who has a charming appearance, and Yan Sikong is no exception.
When Yan Sikong arrived, he was a little late, and the banquet had already started as usual, but today a table of people was waiting for him, Yan Sikong looked flattered, and took the initiative to punish himself with three glasses.
In the house, there were singers singing and dancing, and dancers dancing. Everyone was chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was very lively.
Liang Suidiao said with a smile: "Brother Zhou, when will we meet Miss Yeli?"
Everyone also urged.
Zhou Mixing said triumphantly, "Why are you in a hurry."
"Brother Zhou is hiding like this, of course we are in a hurry."
"How often do I hide it? I'm afraid that the wine is not full, and I want to drink you a few more glasses."
"Have fun, absolutely have fun." One person complimented, "Looking at the capital, only Brother Zhou can win Miss Yeli's favor. If someone else moved Jinshan here, Miss Yeli might not be too rare."
"No, it's all thanks to Brother Zhou's outstanding talent. Brother Zhou is so blessed, I really envy my little brother."
Zhou Mixing laughed loudly, with a happy face: "If you want to talk about Yeli, she is really a strange woman... Hey, I won't be a secret anymore, and now I will let you feast your eyes." He clapped his hands and called the madam who came to Tinglange. After saying a few words in the ear, the bustard left with a smile on her face.
After a while, the dance and music played again, the door was slowly pushed open, and a woman in a pure white gauze dress came in gracefully surrounded by maidservants.
That woman is really beautiful, she has icy skin and exquisite figure, a pair of almond eyes are charming, and two thin lips are soft and red, although she is in and out of the land of smoke and willows, she seems to be out of the world, noble Be like a lady of the family.
There was a sound of admiration in the house.
Along with Ye Li, seven or eight other women sat beside them. This is indeed a well-known brothel in the capital. The girls are all outstanding in appearance, and they will not be overly flattering to make people tired, and they will make these half-drunk men dizzy.
Yan Sikong clinked glasses with the girl who came to serve him, smiled and said nothing. No matter what kind of stunning and beautiful woman he sees, there is no disturbance in his heart. Even he himself once doubted whether he has Long Yang addiction, but he is the same with men. Love to him is like a cloth towel that is of no use, he can wear it or not.
Yeli bowed gracefully, and greeted everyone in the room with a gentle voice.
Zhou Mixing stood up, held her hand personally, and led her to the piano bench. They both bowed their heads and whispered a few words. They seemed to be very close, and everyone booed endlessly.
After Ye Li sat down, he played the piano for them to add to the fun, and at the same time swept everyone with his charming eyes.
When it landed on Yan Sikong, she paused slightly. Not only because of Yan Sikong's outstanding appearance, but also because of those rare sober eyes.
Yan Sikong smiled at her, Yeli also nodded gracefully.
"Mr. Yan." The woman beside him looked at Yan Sikong's handsome face fascinatedly, and gently snuggled into his arms, "Is this wine not to your liking?"
Yan Sikong shook the wine bottle: "No, this wine is just right."
"Then why don't you get drunk?"
Yan Sikong smiled and said: "You make me intoxicated, why should I drink this wine?"
The woman covered her mouth and smiled shyly, whether it was pretending or real, it just rightly touched people's hearts.
Just when the interest was strong and everyone was indulging in the graceful sound of the piano, suddenly, there was a bang, and the door was roughly pushed open!
Everyone in the room was startled, and looked towards the door in shock, only to see that the man standing at the door with the momentum of a man guarding the gate was actually Prince Jingyuan's son Feng Ye? !
Feng Ye's eyes swept over everyone, and finally landed on Yan Sikong, and of course, the prostitute in his arms. His eyes sank, his face was tense, and the aura around him was as sharp as if tangible, making people dare not breathe.
"This... son?" Zhou Mixing was mostly sober, and looked at Feng Ye with some trepidation. This person does not follow the etiquette, and is somewhat barbaric. Now he looks aggressive, and he can't figure out how he has offended him. .
Feng Ye cupped his hands, and said with a smirk: "What a coincidence, Mr. Zhou is here. I drank too much and went to the wrong door."
Only then did Zhou Mixing heave a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "It's not a coincidence, it turns out that the eldest son also likes this Tinglan Accord, if I knew this, I invited the eldest son to be with me today."
"It's not too late now." Feng Ye strode in, "Young Master Zhou won't mind if I have an extra glass of wine."
"I'm flattered, come here, hurry up and show the seat to the prince!"
Yan Sikong frowned and looked at Feng Ye, and Feng Ye also looked at him from the air, fierce as a wolf.