Chapter 3 Idle but overturning hands

When the people of the capital were drinking Laba porridge, Xie Xiaoyu sat in a horse-riding carriage and quietly entered the capital. No one knows that in this carriage sits the owner of the famous Sword Villa.

Originally, Shenjian Villa had its own carriage, and Liu Yi could also arrange the government's vehicles to pick up and drop off, but Xie Xiaoyu did not want to attract the attention of people, so she hired this popular carriage to hide people's eyes and ears.

She was depressed, not because of the bumpy carriage on the journey, but because of her father's departure. The 40-year-old owner, who has been famous in the world, finally woke up after a catastrophe and refused to retain his secular family affection. After handing over the wealth and power of the world to his daughter, he went into the mountain and drifted away. And the Sword Villa, which is the leader of the righteous martial arts, has also officially changed its owner.

"Go, do what you want to do, and go the way you want to go. There is no way to misfortune or fortune, but people call themselves to do it well. The back of her father's departure lingers in her mind for a long time and finally dissipated, but his last order was still in her ear, like a dusk drum and morning bell, echoing for a long time.

She closed her eyes and couldn't see the magnificent waves in her heart from her face. After a long time, she opened her eyes, breathed, and sighed, "If I don't fight this scene, I'm not reconciled after all!" At this time, the carriage suddenly stopped, and the driver said in a low voice, but it had arrived.

The curtain of the car door was opened, and Xie Xiaoyu raised her legs and jumped off the car. She was trained by the court when she was young. Although the realm of martial arts stopped in vulgarity, her skills were already quite extraordinary. Compared with those years, she was no longer Wu Xia's Amon. Although this jump is simple, it can be seen invisibly.

"For more than a month, the young farmer has a better demeanor. Now it's time to thank the farmer." The person who greeted on the opposite side is Liu Yi. His injury is very good, and his face is full of spring breeze. Obviously, these days are going well. However, if you look carefully, you can see a deep sadness hidden in his eyebrows, which suddenly dilutes the joy into invisible.

"Is Lord Liu's injury well? Come into the room and talk. Xie Xiaoyu is a hero, and her words and deeds are also clean and neat. The two entered the inner room one after another and sent their entourage to retreat. Liu Yi unfolded his consciousness and explored the surrounding situation. Xie Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Your excellency is really cautious."

Liu Yi was sure that there was no one to watch in the dark, so he grew angry and his tone turned heavy: "In extraordinary times, you have to act like this. If you are not secret, you will lose your minister. If you are not secret, you will lose yourself. If you are not secret, you will be harmed. Nowadays, the court is turbulent and murderous. Everyone in the capital is frightened, only afraid of the disaster of the wall, and the great change will happen in an instant. Especially when the New Year's Day is approaching, this is another six-year Beijing inspection. The six ministries and the political affairs hall are intrigued, and there is no day or peace. He paused and slowed down slightly: "The Holy Minister has been acting quite a lot recently. He has replaced the main functions of the forbidden army and Yulinlang one after another. Most of those who have been dismissed are the king of Wei, but the king of Wei has no reaction. I'm afraid that if he doesn't move, he will be a tsunami, and the wind and clouds will change color. As ministers, you have to make plans early."

Xie Xiaoyu curled her lips and said disdainfully, "I've endured it for so many years, and I can't hold it these days? This emperor is nothing more than that. Thanks to Maoshan saying so many elites and running around for him, he dismantled the stage behind his back. She comes from a family and has a very high vision. There is little respect for this cowardly emperor who has been suffering for 31 years. When her father Xie Xiaofeng was young, he refused the royal worship position given by the old emperor, and the Zhou court did not dare to say anything. For ordinary people, the court is heaven and the emperor is the son of heaven, but for those who stand at the top of the secular world, let alone those monks who are detached from the secular world.

Therefore, although she cooperated with Liu Yi, she looked down on each other in her bones. Mao Shandao's great reputation is unique in the practice sect, but it is not too much. Liu Yi's heart was like a mirror, but he had no choice. It was difficult for him to explain too many deep things to the other party.

"Song Yongxian of the Imperial City Department is now in charge of the imperial horse camp and is in charge of the palace ban. Li Shuncheng leads Yu Linlang, and Xue Che is in charge of the imperial army. Two of the three armies of Gyeonggi had fallen into the hands of the temple. The emperor thought that the overall situation was in hand and began to wait, but he did not think that the former Tang Dynasty would fall apart because of the euges in power. It was not far from Yin Jian. What's more," Liu Yi is obviously also dissatisfied, but more worried from the bottom of his heart: "Since the chaos of the king of Chu was pacified, the king of Jin has been far away in Liangzhou. The king of Wei has always been known as a virtuous king. When the former emperor reigned, he repeatedly made contributions. The family was old in the court and the field. At that time, he had become the first person in the clan, and the momentum of the tail has been achieved. Now he is dormant in the wild, keeping a low profile, and his potential power is not damaged at all. Although he was obviously deprived of the dispatch of the imperial army and Yu Linlang, the middle-level generals in the imperial army were half of his old army, and he did not know how many Chinese military officials had a private relationship with him. Now he is as motionless as a mountain. I'm afraid that once he takes action, he will be as aggressive as fire and out of control!"

When Xie Xiaoyu and Liu Yi met in private, in the other corner of the capital, where the military office was located, the military selection department of the military headquarters was engaged in strict and cautiously as usual. After handling a day's official duties, they sealed the text, greeted several colleagues, and returned home.

At the foot of the imperial city, there are countless dignitaries. Yan Shen is only a six-grade civil official. He is lowly powerful and can't afford to support the sedan chair, so he can only walk home. Fortunately, the military headquarters was not far from his residence. After a quarter of an hour, he arrived at the small courtyard he rented.

"official," a dignified woman in her early thirties greeted her and offered a bowl of hot ginger soup: "It's cold. Drink a bowl to warm your body." This woman is strict and cautious's wife Xu, from a famous family in Yingchuan, and is a young couple with Yan Shen. Yan Shen was born in poverty and relied on his father's friendship to get married. Originally, the Xu family had the intention to regret marriage, but Xu Shi took a fancy to the young and handsome Yan Shen and married him. After passing through the door, he was even more rigorous in his family and helped each other with strictness. He stayed there until he was careful to get his reputation.

After strict and cautiously became an official, the eunuch sea has been ups and down, and has been bowing to the subordinates. Xu never abandoned him, and the two helped each other several times of cold and summer. Therefore, Yan Shen loves and respects his wife and never refuses to disobey her wishes. Even if Xu has been infertile for many years, she will not accept a concubine. After Yan Shen was transferred to the capital, his life was a little comfortable, and Xu was pregnant, which made him very happy.

Drink a sip of ginger soup, and the warmth extends to your heart. Strictly put down the bowl and sit down with Xu: "Madam is pregnant, these housework makes Mrs. Chen work harder. Why do you have to do it yourself? It's a little heartbeat."

Xu smiled and said, "It's okay." He turned around and took out a paper envelope: "This is a letterhead sent home by someone at noon, which said that the officials should open it in person. I didn't dare to be good at it, so I kept it and waited for the officials to come back to have a look."

"Oh, let's have a look." As a result, the letter was not light when I bought it, but it turned out to be a very thick pile. He has always avoided his wife and opened it in front of the Xu family, which turned out to be an anthology of Tang poetry.

There are nearly 100,000 poems recorded in the whole Tang Dynasty, both in large numbers and good and bad. Therefore, there are often characters in this dynasty who choose the exquisite and majestic Tang poetry, arrange the style and engraving them into books. Therefore, there are dozens of similar collections of Tang poems on the market. This version received by Yan Shen was selected by Du Song of the previous dynasty, and it is not surprising that bosses are common in the market.

There is no signature on the letterhead, but just the words that make yourself open. The messenger covered it up, but sent an ordinary anthology of Tang poetry, which is really interesting.

He was puzzled, but his face did not show any color. He pretended to smile easily and said to Xu, "It must be the means of a dung begling in Beijing to make us poor happy. Madam's health is important. It's better to rest early and nourish her vitality. With that, he greeted his servants and prepared for dinner.

In the dead of night, Xu went to rest with his subordinates. Yan Shen stayed alone in the study and looked through several notes of his predecessors. After seeing one of the records, he sighed and turned to take out the previously collected letters from the dark corner of the study. The anthology of Tang poems suddenly came to his eyes.

Take a deep breath and take a breath. He took a dagger and cut the cover of the anthology of Tang poetry. Then he tore it with both hands. The light suddenly appeared under the oil lamp, and then a large handful of bright golden leaves jumped out of the mezzanine and fell in front of Shen.

Although I have seen more money in the imperial treasury before, my cautious heart still couldn't help beating and said in an imperceptible voice, "Sure enough." Gold leaves are hidden in the interlayer of the book cover. This method of bribery has been secretly spread in the officialdom. I have heard of it carefully, but it is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes.

As he collected the golden leaves and continued to cut the book skin, he sighed happily and worriedly, "I don't know what this man wants." This is also a common practice. Under the golden leaves, there must be real letters from people, writing their identity and what they want. After reading this letter, the briber should be destroyed immediately as usual, so as not to leave evidence and give it to others.

He found a thread from the innermost part of the mezzanine and pulled out a roll of extremely thin silk. Carefully spread the silk book and moved the oil lamp to the front of the silk book, and then came up to read carefully.

At the first sight of the above text, he felt a bang in his mind and read it until the final sentence. He only felt that the sky and the earth collapsed. He put away the silk book in a panic, and Yan Shen's face was gone because of the joy of suddenly getting rich, and his expression was unprecedentedly solemn. He seemed to see that an overwhelming wave was rolling in, with a storm that could destroy all orders.