When Feng Yefan came, he never went back easily, he always stayed at Yan Sikong's house for a while, but this time he didn't stay long, had dinner with him, and then he was about to leave.
Yan Sikong wondered instead: "Let's go now?"
Feng Yexie smiled and said, "Why, you can't bear to part with me?"
"But Jingshan Camp still has military affairs?"
"No, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. I want to enter the palace to greet my aunt and send a congratulatory gift." Feng Ye put his arms around Yan Sikong and said coquettishly, "If you don't want to part with me, I'll go back tomorrow."
"This is business, let's go." Yan Sikong couldn't hide the smile on his lips.
"Then give me a kiss." Feng Ye bit his lips lightly, his face full of anticipation.
Yan Sikong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You haven't grown up yet, so you'll play tricks like this."
"Why haven't I grown up, do you want to see?"
Yan Sikong laughed and scolded: "Go quickly."
Feng Ye pursed his lips, and gently shook Yan Sikong in his arms.
Yan Sikong coughed lightly, as if hesitating.
Feng Ye brought that sculpted handsome face closer, his pupils were shining brightly.
Yan Sikong shook his head helplessly, leaned slightly, and sipped on Feng Ye's lips.
Feng Ye was overjoyed, his face was slightly shy, but he was proud of himself, he pressed against Yan Sikong's ear, and said in a low voice: "Sikong, your lips are sweet."
Yan Sikong only felt that the bases of his ears were burning as if they were going to burn, he feigned anger and said: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and leave."
"No nonsense, it's just sweet." Feng Ye rubbed Yan Sikong's cheek contentedly, "On Mid-Autumn Festival night, let's go to enjoy the lanterns and set off river lanterns, okay?"
"I don't know how long I will be grounded. It's not suitable for me to go out."
"What are you afraid of? Let's put on the mask." Feng Ye was a little excited, "I've heard that the Mid-Autumn Festival in the capital is the most lively in the world. There are all kinds of delicious and interesting things, but the Mid-Autumn Festival in Datong is much more boring. Why don't you Come with me to have a look."
Yan Sikong smiled and said, "Okay."
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A few days later, the punishment for the new history case came to fruition.
The officials impeached Wang Shengsheng for several major crimes, all of which were dismissed lightly, and only charged him with dereliction of duty and accepting bribes. Presumably Xie Zhongren made a lot of efforts secretly. Wang Shengsheng was deprived of the title of a scholar, kicked out of the cabinet, and demoted to Bashu to replace the prefect of Chongqing who became official due to illness. Although Bashu is no longer a barren land, the mountains and rivers are treacherous and the people are in poverty. Wang Shengsheng's official career can be said to be in decline, which is not as good as that of Cai Zhongfan who was framed by him and demoted to Qingyang.
The main writer, Liu Zhaolin, was demoted to be a county magistrate, and he will go to Yongzhou, which is also poor and remote, to take up his post. From the Hanlin to the county magistrate, it seems that the grade has not changed, but in fact it is the difference between cloud and mud. The Hanlin is the place to train cabinet ministers and ministers, which means that in the future, you can rise to the top and become an excellent minister. As a county magistrate, you will never make mistakes in your life. It is also difficult to be promoted, not to mention Yongzhou where bandits are rampant, which means that the future is ruined.
The other four people involved in the case were all fined half a year's salary.
On the day Liu Zhaolin took office, many colleagues from the Imperial Academy went to see him off.
He was originally a person who liked to talk and laugh, but after going through this incident, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, as if he aged ten years overnight. Han Chuang has studied hard for 30 years, and he has already entered the dream palace of scholars all over the world, but it suddenly disappeared. People with extraordinary minds can face such great changes in life calmly.
Yan Sikong looked at Liu Zhaolin silently in the crowd. He and Liu Zhaolin didn't have much personal relationship, so it's not appropriate to have too much emotion at this time.
Liu Zhaolin sighed and said, "Thank you all. Liu has blamed his fellow countrymen, mentor, and sage, and also implicated all colleagues. Liu has no face to drink the farewell wine, so let it be an apology bar." After he finished speaking, tears hung in his eyes , gulp it down.
Everyone sighed.
Liu Zhaolin was on the road, but everyone was filled with emotion: "It's just a typo... Hey, who has never made a typo."
"That's not true."
Shen Hexuan said in a deep voice: "The original manuscript of the new history has been returned to Wenyuan Pavilion, and we need to re-check it. With the lessons learned from the past, I believe you will be more careful, so that there will be no more mistakes."
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The thick historical scrolls had been placed on top of Wenyuan Pavilion's case files again. When Shen Hexuan returned to the room, the first thing he did was to find the ninth volume, and turned to the page that caused the turmoil.
Although everyone has already seen the reprinted new history, but the reprinted work is a block edition, the font and handwriting can hardly be seen from the original, and the details of the original manuscript are naturally missing. Therefore, everyone gathered around, wanting to see that fatal word with their own eyes.
Sure enough, the word Zhaowu was wrongly written as Wu Zhao.
There was a sigh in the room.
Shen Hexuan stared at those two words carefully, but frowned, Yan Sikong stood aside, his dark pupils took every trace of Shen Hexuan's expression into his eyes.
On that day, they reassigned tasks and started a new round of checking.
At dusk, colleagues returned home one after another, but Shen Hexuan called Yan Sikong to stop.
"Brother Shen, what advice do you have?"
"I have something I want to discuss with you."
"Oh?" Yan Sikong looked curious.
Shen Hexuan walked over with the ninth volume of the original manuscript, and put it on Yan Sikong's case.
"That's the wrong page."
"Exactly." Shen Hexuan pointed to the word "Wu Zhao", "Do you think these two words are a bit... unharmonious?"
Yan Sikong frowned and looked at it for a while: "It seems... I can't tell, what did Brother Shen see?"
"I have two doubts." Shen Hexuan said, "One is that there is less blank space in this line than other lines. Everyone has their own writing habits. Some like to fill the pages with handwriting that often touches the sidelines. Zeai left room for it, appearing graceful, the spacing between the two characters Wu Zhao and the space behind Zhao are not quite the same as Brother Liu’s previous writing."
"Brother Shen said that, it seems... something is really wrong."
"Secondly, Brother Liu must have been very tired after writing this volume. Although the font is still elegant, it is a little looser than the beginning of the volume, but the word 'Zhao' seems to be written without fatigue. meaning… "
Yan Sikong's heart tightened, this Shen Hexuan really had the eyesight of a ghost: "Brother Shen, what guesses? Could it be... someone wrote this?"
Shen Hexuan shook his head: "I can't say it well, this word is indeed Brother Liu's word... What do you think?"
Yan Sikong made a thoughtful expression: "Little brother didn't pay attention for a while, the two points mentioned by Brother Shen seem to be strange, but it's hard to say that we are just suspicious, it would be fine if Brother Liu was here."
Shen Hexuan sighed: "Even if he is here, I'm afraid it's useless. He doesn't remember what he wrote at all. Even if he sees these two words, he probably won't be able to remember anything."
"Why don't we ask Lin Yue?"
"He's just a small clerk, helping us sort out historical materials. I don't think he knows anything."
"Then..." Yan Sikong smiled wryly, "Brother Shen didn't say anything, it's fine, but once Brother Shen said it, this matter really makes people panic."
"That's right." Shen Hexuan frowned, and said hesitantly, "I have an idea in my heart, but it's... too bold to think about it."
"Brother Shen, what do you think?"
"I..." Shen Hexuan stared at the file, and finally said, "Forget it, let me think about it."
"Brother Shen, if you have an idea, you can discuss it with me at any time. After all, you and I..." Yan Sikong smiled wryly, "It can be regarded as being in the same boat through thick and thin."
Shen Hexuan cupped his hands and said, "That's natural."
After Yan Sikong left Wenyuan Pavilion, he realized that his palms were covered with sweat.
Nothing in this world is seamless, there must be a gap in a hundred secrets, and when you meet someone as extremely intelligent and serious as Shen Hexuan, it is easier to be ruined by this little "sparseness". I only hope that Shen Hexuan can let go of this matter, After all, the case is over, and Liu Zhaolin has gone to Yongzhou, so there will be no proof.
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Back home, Yan Sikong got into the kitchen, closed the door, opened the locked vegetable cellar in the corner, took the oil lamp, and climbed down the ladder.
The faint light of the oil lamp flickered in the pitch-black vegetable cellar, and where the light touched, one could see the gleaming gold, silver and jade wares, so many that they filled the corners of the walls.
Yan Sikong squatted down, picked out a piece of simple jade, a few of which were worth four to five hundred taels of silver, and took a precious jadeite hairpin, then left the vegetable cellar, walked out of the kitchen, and called Ali over .
Ali watched Yan Sikong put an ordinary wooden ink cartridge on the jade case, and then handed the ink cartridge to him.
"Did you find the family I ordered you to investigate?"
Ali nodded.
"It's not far from the capital."
Ali shook his head.
"You go out of the city on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, bury this thing in the Liu family's field, and go back quickly."
Ali cupped his hands.
"Also, send this to Miss Yeli, don't say who sent it." Yan Sikong also handed the hairpin to Ali.
Ali looked at Yan Sikong without knowing why.
"Do as I say and go."
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On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Jade Rabbit rises to the east and the silver plate hangs high. The capital ushers in a very lively Lantern Festival.
All kinds of lanterns are hung in the streets and alleys, and there are many folks with skillful hands. Those lanterns may have thousands of shapes, some are elegant, and some are humorous. Lanterns, zodiac lanterns, etc. are dazzling, and there are also many human-shaped lanterns, including gods and stars, heavenly soldiers and maidens, as well as actors and vendors, boys and girls.
The lanterns of thousands of families are lit up in the dark night, and at a glance, the city is full of orange and red mixed with colorful colors, decorating the capital as gorgeous and colorful as a dream, and the beauty of the world is nothing more than this.
Almost all the people in the city have taken to the streets. There are countless vendors hawking goods during the Lantern Festival. There are all kinds of food, drink and entertainment, and there will be many interesting programs.
You can guess lantern riddles, watch tricks, and just hang out. There is also an annual lantern contest. Every year, the largest, smallest, most beautiful, and most clever contest is held. It is the program that attracts the most attention from the people.
On the street, many people were wearing ingenious masks. This is also one of the traditions of the Lantern Festival. There were crowds of people all around, shoulder to shoulder, so no one noticed that the two masked tall men in the crowd were quietly holding hands. the opponent's hand.