Chang Anqing

Chapter 337

"Armourer?"

In Duke Chu's mansion, Yu Dingfang raised his eyebrows and looked up, and saw his younger brother Yu Shijing nodded, sitting on his left hand, and replied in a straightforward way: "This military envoy is not of high grade. In my position, if you It's not difficult to think of both, and it's not too eye-catching, but there are a lot of benefits of being in charge of armaments and weapons—"

Speaking of this, Yu Shijing suppressed his voice and said: "Brother is now an official to Shangshuyoupushe. He is busy with affairs and has a lot of contacts with people. There are more places for money than before, not to mention——"

"What's more, there is only one step away from the right servant of the Shangshu to the left servant who is under one person and above ten thousand people. If this step is really going to be done, it will be like running water. I can't feel distressed. Now there is How can we not seize such a good opportunity for vacancies and seize it? It can be regarded as planning ahead.”

Yu Shijing's words stopped in his ears, and Yu Dingfang frowned, and his words were indeed right.

Everyone has seen the scenery of this minister's right servant, but no one knows the heavy responsibilities that will be borne afterwards.

Today, His Majesty is suspicious and hard-working, and the six counties and counties are intricately intertwined. If everything goes ahead, the officials below will be dissatisfied with him and push him too hard. I'm afraid even his seat will be preserved. No, but if you blindly accommodate the subordinates and act as a peacemaker, your majesty will be ineffective in doing things, and there will be no good fruit to eat.

If you want to be a good middleman, you have to go around and win over your own camp, so that people are willing to do things for you, and the only way to win over is money.

Thinking of this, Yu Dingfang rubbed his right hand. While hesitating, he saw that Yu Shijing beside him couldn't sit still, so he stood up and leaned over to urge him: "Brother, I can't wait any longer. Such a good thing is a piece of fat. Stare, later, even the soup will not have you and me--"

"All right--"

After hearing the sound, Yu Dingfang finally made up his mind. He only looked sideways at Yu Shijing and said: "I will arrange this matter, but only a little bit. Be safe. Don't teach others to catch the handle."

Seeing her elder brother let go, Yu Shijing immediately smiled, as if she had seen countless money flooding her eyes, and quickly said with a guarantee: "Brother, don't worry, have I ever done anything wrong? Just be your prime minister. I will personally take care of the rest, just look at—"

In April, the chill in Chang'an gradually faded away, and a great spring came.

On April [-]th, the Zhuque Street leading to the Daming Palace was very lively. Amidst the busy traffic, a blue silk carriage that couldn't be more low-key and simple was slowly approaching the city gate.

Listening to the hustle and bustle of people outside the car, Yang Yan, who was sitting in the car leaning against the wall behind him and dozing with his eyes closed, only heard a surprised voice suddenly sounded outside the car.

"Be careful, be careful—"

Yang Yan frowned reflexively and opened his eyes. He felt that the carriage was suddenly stopped and flung forward inertially. He was so startled that he instinctively supported the wall of the carriage so as not to stagger.

"Tan Mo, what's wrong?"

Hearing his Highness's call, Tan Mo, who was following outside the car, glanced at the situation in front of the car, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, someone fainted in front of our car, and the little one is asking someone to go and investigate."

Hearing the sound, Yang Yan stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the car, and sure enough, he saw the people on both sides stopped to watch the fun and whispered, and there was a person lying in front of the carriage, looking from a distance in ragged clothes, it seemed to be a woman.

Under the feet of the emperor, there will be beggars.

Thinking of this, Yang Yan felt a little heavy in his heart, and when he was about to speak, he saw the young servant who had gone to investigate trot back, bowed his head and bowed and said: "Your Highness, the lady in front of the car seems to have fainted from hunger."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Yan's brows furrowed even deeper, and he turned to look at the exquisite fruit placed in the car, and found it even more difficult to swallow.

"Pack these up and send them away, and give her some money."

Hearing Yang Yan's order, Tan Mo was not surprised. He was very clear about the benevolence of his highness, so he agreed, then took the refined red bean cake from Yang Yan, and ordered him to pretend to be sweet. After he was done, he walked towards the car in person.

Seeing Tan Mo walking away, Yang Yan was about to let go of the car curtain in his hand, but saw Tan Mo suddenly squatting down in surprise, as if he was an old acquaintance with the person in front of him. Running back, looking eager.

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun—"

When Tan Mo stood outside the curtain, under Yang Yan's inquiring gaze, before he could breathe evenly, he couldn't help but startled and said: "Yes, it's Jiu Ge, that's sister Jiu Ge in front—"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Yan's mind suddenly exploded, and his eyes moved quickly to the distance uncontrollably, but he couldn't compare the person in front of him with the gentle Jiuge from before.

How did she become like this——

Almost at the same time, a thought rushed into my mind and diffused into my heart.

That's right, with A Niang's temperament, how could she really treat her as kindly as she told him.

Under this situation, the past lingered in Yang Yan's heart, as if the gate had been opened, releasing all the guilt accumulated in his heart.

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

From the beginning to the end, Jiu Ge was the one who was dedicated to him and accompanied him.

But he, because of his own fault, harmed her.

After Jiuge left, he went to look for her, but Yinniang told her that their family had already moved out of Chang'an and went to Jiangnan.

Yinniang said that if it was for her own good, then don't contact her again, and it will make Aniang unhappy.

So he didn't look for it anymore, but asked the silver lady to bring them some money, hoping to have some compensation.

Even if he knew that such a mistake could not be compensated by property.

"My lord, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Yang Yan was about to get off the carriage, Tan Mo hurriedly stopped him, and reminded him in a low voice: "There are too many people here, so I'll order someone to settle Sister Jiuge, and I won't ask you any more questions after a while." Late."

Hearing Tan Mo's words, Yang Yan raised his head and saw the people who were still gathered around him, and then took another look at the thin figure like catkins in the wind, clenched his fists, finally nodded and said: "Okay."

About the time of a stick of incense, in a courtyard at the northwest foot of the palace city, Yang Yan, who was standing under the porch, paused. Looking at the closed houses in the green-painted porch, he hesitated a lot.

"Lang Jun?"

Tan Mo's voice came from the side, Yang Yan paused, and when he looked up again, he finally made up his mind to pick up the steps.

"Squeak-"

With the sound of a small sound, the house was slowly pushed away, and a beam of gentle and warm light fell through the crack of the opened door. With just one glance, from the dust particles floating in the light and shadow, Yang Yan saw the pair of eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time. The eyes that touched each other made her back stiff, and she couldn't stop the shock and sadness in her heart.

He never imagined that Jiuge, who was supposed to be the most beautiful time, was so haggard before his eyes. However, at the age of eighteen or nineteen, he was so thin that he could see the weak bones. Even though he had washed and changed into a brand new skirt, But that pale and bloodless face, those terrified eyes like small animals, and trembling body all beat Yang Yan's heart again and again, becoming his judgment.

"Nine...nine songs—"

Suppressing the pain in his heart, Yang Yan tried his best to smile harmlessly, and it took a long time for these three words to escape from his throat.

But I never thought that these three short words caused Jiuge to shed tears, hesitating like a bird that has lost its wings, kept backing away, desperately covering his face and turning his back, shaking his head and crying: " No, I'm not, I'm not Jiuge, I'm not—"

Seeing that Jiu Ge wanted to escape like crazy, Yang Yan hurried forward, but saw that Jiu Ge saw him as if he saw a scourge. In panic, Jiu Ge sat there in a panic, and Yang Yan wanted to stretch out. She shot, but couldn't bear to squeeze back her fist, not knowing how to treat her.

"Please, don't look at me, I don't want you to see me like this, I don't want to—"

Hearing the humble sobs falling into his ears, Yang Yan raised his eyes, looked at Jiu Ge who was sitting on his feet, and instantly understood why she avoided him so much.

A strange emotion was gripped into Yang Yan's heart like a needle. Looking at Jiuge in front of him, the former woman who was rich in poetry and writing, always spoke softly like water, and had a pair of full eyes that could always iron people's hearts came to mind.

The sense of guilt came like a torrent, wrapping Yang Yan in it, making it suffocating.

"sorry Sorry--"

Amidst the tugging cries, Yang Yan knelt down and wrapped Jiuge, who was covering his face and crying, into his arms. No matter how frightened the person in his arms was struggling, he never let go of his hands, but his eyes were red and he couldn't stop crying with guilt. Staying in Mumu's ear, after a long time, the person in his arms finally calmed down.

And the words Tan Mo said to him sounded again in his ears.

"My little one asked before. Her Highness the Empress sent Jiu Ge and her mother to the border as slaves. Because she couldn't bear the hardship, Jiu Ge's mother died there after only a few months. Because His Majesty ascended the throne and pardoned the world, she escaped by chance and begged all the way back to Chang'an, because there is no other home for her other than Chang'an..."

Gently comforting Jiu Ge's back with his hands, Yang Yan lowered his head silently, the choking in his throat getting worse.

If he hadn't made a mistake back then, if he hadn't believed A Niang's words, if he had gone to find her quietly, wouldn't she have fallen into such a situation.

(End of this chapter)