"You are my only connection in the palace, so I can only ask you."
Guo Xianyi's eyebrows were raised slightly, but she couldn't help but sit up straight.
Da Zongzheng has always been a reclusive person and rarely interferes in matters outside the clan. Now Qiao Feng inquired about his affairs without any reason...
She unconsciously picked up a small piece of fried egg and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing the taste of shallots carefully and letting her thoughts wander. She was so distracted that she didn't even notice that the veil had been quietly lifted by the chopsticks.
But soon she felt as if someone was staring directly at her.
And that look was really direct and bold.
"What are you looking at?"
Ning Yan turned his head away in excitement, pretending to concentrate on picking up the rice, and the chopsticks made a loud noise in the bowl: "It's nothing."
"explain."
"Really not..."
"Then I'll go."
"Don't!"
Ning Yan hesitated to speak, feeling a little embarrassed. He hesitated for a long time before finally saying awkwardly: "I just feel like, hiss, your appearance..."
Last time the two of them got into a tense situation, but they never had a chance to take a good look at each other's appearance. Today, when he looked at it, he suddenly found that Zhou Shanggong's features were more or less similar to Princess Youqing's.
If the little princess's facial features were longer and wider, she could even reach seven or eight points.
However, Ning Yan has never seen the whole picture of Princess Youqing and Zhou Shanggong. Every time they meet, they are separated by a veil. It is too forced to piece together the relationship between the two based on this impression, unless there is further evidence.
For example, he had seen Zhou Shanggong's little feet. If he could take a closer look at the little princess's-
Forget it, if you do this kind of thing in this era, you will definitely be chased by Cui Huaipo and Miss Jing...
After much deliberation, he could only blame it on the fact that good-looking people are generally stunning.
Unlike those rough guys like Zheng Tiangong and Lu Heng, who are ugly in all kinds of ways.
When it came to appearance, Guo Xianyi didn't say anything more, but looked at Ning Yan with a hint of disappointment.
I thought that the other person might, probably, maybe... well, there was a slight possibility that he was a strange man, but it turned out that he was also a superficial person.
Such a mediocre person doesn't deserve her much attention.
"I will leave the bulk of the authentic files here later, so you can take them for yourself."
Guo Xianyi's decisiveness was beyond Ning Yan's expectation, and all the drafts he had prepared were useless: "Don't you ask me the reason?"
"Not interested in."
"Then can you arrange for me to meet with Da Zongzheng?"
"Excessive. Who do you think I am, and who do you think you are?"
Guo Xianyi still had unfinished official business and was not in a good mood to talk. She took a few bites and then stopped using her chopsticks.
Usually at this stage, someone would naturally come forward to remove the tableware, but the current situation was special, so she had to put the used dishes aside neatly, and then lightly tap the edge of the plate with her chopsticks.
when--
Ning Yan was attracted by the crisp sound of the dinner plate, and turned around to see Guo Xianyi lifting her chin towards him.
His movements are very elegant and his attitude is very arrogant.
Of course, her expression at this time is more confusing than her behavior.
Is it so proud to collect your own bowls and chopsticks after eating?
"busy?"
"Take these. Then take the notebook at your feet."
Ning Yan picked up the memorial that had just been thrown over by the other party. Out of curiosity, he could not help but glance at the contents. The word "Memorial" at the beginning shocked him.
"Why are you here with Tobe's folded book?"
Guo Xianyi frowned slightly and said impatiently: "What a fuss. The Shanggong Bureau is already in charge of the palace chapters, memorials, discussions, and memorials. If the Privy Council is busy with official business, the Shanggong Bureau will help draft the memorials and transcribe the memorials.
.Hehe, a memorial is nothing, I have even drafted an imperial edict."
"What! You even drafted an imperial edict!"
"yes."
In a sense, Guo Xianyi did not lie, she actually drafted the imperial edict.
Ning Yan originally thought that Zhou Shanggong was just an ordinary female official in the Shanggong Bureau, but he didn't expect that his power was so amazing. He said last time that he was acting under the secret order of Emperor Zhou, which was probably not a lie.
Then again, he hugged and hugged him again and again. If Emperor Zhou knew about it, how could he be cured of it?
Thinking of this, the memorial in his hand became hot to touch. Ning Yan hurriedly handed the memorial back: "Qiao was offended in many ways before. I hope Zhou Shanggong will respect him."
Guo Xianyi was too lazy to look at him and tapped the pen on the small desk on her right: "Put it here."
"This is...what are you doing?"
"According to the decision of the Privy Council to criticize the memorial, copy it again and submit it to Longtuge for collection."
“Can female officials also participate in politics?”
"Do you understand what it means to comply with the decision of the Privy Council? These are all abandoned cases that have been reviewed by the Privy Council and deemed to be of no value and do not need to be used to stain His Majesty's eyes, so they are directly handed over to the Shanggong Bureau for disposal."
Ning Yan always felt that the other party was trying to trick him, but seeing that Guo Xianyi's words were clear-cut, and that he had no chance to obtain fame even in his second life, it really touched a blind spot in knowledge, so he believed it for the time being.
Immediately afterwards, I felt an unprecedented sense of novelty.
"I'm not afraid of Zhou Shanggong's jokes. I have never seen a memorial in my whole life. Since it is an abandoned case, then...can I read it a little bit?"
Guo Xianyi's ears hurt as he was asking questions like a curious baby, so she simply took out a red pen and then gave her a sharp look that said, "Go play by yourself, don't bother me if you have nothing to do."
Ning Yan was overjoyed. He took the ink pen with both hands like a sword from Shang Fang. It was heavy. He picked up the book he had not read just now and sat down with his back to Guo Xianyi.
Opening the memorial, it mainly talked about Jiangnan's tax reform, and also mentioned his father-in-law Chai Mingyuan and Jiangnan's Seven Great Banks. This gave him the absurd feeling of seeing old acquaintances on the news network.
Further down, it denounces the old drawbacks of the current tax system and proposes a brand new tax law. Reading through the whole article, the overall writing is smooth and the analysis is penetrating. Ning Yan came from Mingzhou City and knows this better than anyone else.
The weight of the memorial.
Isn’t this well written? Why is it still an abandoned case...
The frustrated scholar from Jiangnan Province couldn't help but express political sentiments such as betraying the country and harming the country.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ning Yan bit the end of the pen and flipped through this memorial that affected the livelihood of hundreds of millions of people in Jiangnan. As he looked at it, he suddenly had a sudden impulse and picked up the ink pen and dropped it on the memorial.
The first word.
Since the court has unscrupulous thieves in power, what should I do if I have the opportunity to rule the world?
When Ning Yan first traveled through time, he would occasionally have deep thoughts. It was not until he embarked on the journey of spiritual practice and met all kinds of beauties that his ambition gradually turned into the idea of marrying many capable people in the future.
How should the beating wife survive such a hopeless worry in the brutal Shura field?
But now, he has rarely found his original intention.
In other words, it is ambition.
Time always passes quickly when people are focused. I don't know how long it took, but Ning Yan finally stopped writing and finished writing the last word.
He knew very well that after dawn, his comments would be thrown into the wastebasket or the brazier as rubbish, but that didn't stop him from enjoying his addiction to hiding.
But one day...
Ning Yan took a long breath, closed the memorial and put it aside. He stopped thinking about it and turned to look at Guo Xianyi.
Guo Xianyi was still handling official duties seriously. It was very quiet in Longtu Pavilion. There was only the sound of turning pages, and the firelight danced, illuminating half of her face, and a warm yellow color spread on her already delicate eyebrows.
It's very beautiful, with a brightness that can drive away the frost on winter nights.
"Zhou Shang Palace."
"explain."
"How long have you been on duty in the palace?"
Guo Xianyi pressed her eyebrows tiredly, glanced over her head, and saw Ning Yan holding her chin in one hand and looking at her in concentration, her face suddenly darkened.
The playful smile is annoying to look at.
"About ten years."
"More than ten years? How old were you when you entered the palace?"
Guo Xianyi was startled, her thoughts seemed to drift to the corner of her memory along with this question, and there was a moment of trance in her eyes.
But only for a moment.
"I can't remember clearly anymore."
Ning Yan asked: "Is it so long ago? Then you should have met the late emperor?"
"I have seen the wise, mighty, generous and benevolent man, who single-handedly created a prosperous age."
Although Guo Xianyi was generous with her kind words, Ning Yan could see that she was a little distracted.
It's all just stage talk.
"Then, where is His Royal Highness Prince Xuan?"
Guo Xianyi suddenly stopped talking and looked calmer than ever before.
When Ning Yan saw this, he had some guesses in his mind and asked tentatively: "Before entering the palace, you worked as an errand in Prince Xuan's Mansion and also met Prince Xuan, right?"
Guo Xianyi lowered her eyes and said coldly: "You are not like those stupid people who think that King Xuan is not dead, right?"
After a brief silence, Ning Yan smiled and said, "Why are you telling me this? It has nothing to do with me."
"Better not."
Guo Xianyi shook her head and continued to read through the unfinished memorials.
Ning Yan looked at her side face and could feel the "keep strangers out" aura emanating from her body.
It was obvious that they had gotten closer after eating and chatting together, but he vaguely felt that after asking the question just now, the distance between the two of them had become further.
But at this moment, he didn't have time to think about what Guo Xianyi thought. What Zhang Roujia said to him in Huntian Tower was lingering in his mind.
What role did Guo Wusuan, who introduced him to Zhang Roujia, play in this?
By the way, Jian Zheng’s surname is also Guo...
At this moment, Guo Xianyi asked abruptly: "It's you, you haven't been back to Mingzhou for so long, are you homesick?"
Ning Yan realized it later, and after a while he said blankly: "Huh? Are you talking to me?"
Guo Xianyi's eyes stayed on his face for a moment, and all she could see was stupidity and confusion.
No flaws can be seen.
"No, just talking to myself."
"Oh...oh, I thought you were calling me."
Guo Xianyi paused and looked out the window, "It's getting late."
Ning Yan heard the intention of expelling guests and consciously packed up the lunch boxes and prepared to leave.
Too many things happened tonight, and he needed time to sort out his thoughts.
"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore, see you later."
"good."
Both of them had cheerful personalities. After saying goodbye in a few words, Ning Yan ducked out of the window and disappeared into the night again.
After Ning Yan left, Guo Xianyi opened the memorial he had reviewed previously. He thought that the calligraphy written by such rough people was also bad, but it turned out to be unexpectedly good-looking.
He is very thin and smooth, and his bones are beautiful. He can be called a great man of his generation.
"Wei Banban, please copy this word and check it."
"As commanded."
The old woman who had been secretly guarding him slowly emerged from the shadows, and was about to step forward to take the book, but Guo Xianyi suddenly changed her mind.
"slow."
The old woman didn't know why, so she raised her head in confusion, and saw that the expression on Guo Xianyi's face slowly changed from surprise to appreciation.
"A whip technique? Haha, it's quite interesting. Wei Banban, come and take a look."
"My slave is stupid and dare not discuss state affairs arbitrarily. Do I need my slave to hand it over to Prime Minister Lu?"
"No need for now."
Guo Xianyi closed the memorial, tapped it lightly with her fingers, and pondered for a long time. She tore off one page and threw the rest into the brazier.
boom.
The fire jumped up a bit, erasing the traces of Ning Yan's visit.
Guo Xianyi closed her eyes and murmured softly: "No matter who you are, I will definitely find you out with my own hands."
…
"No matter who you are, I have found you out!"
As soon as he left Longtuge, Ning Yan made a declaration of victory to the moon.
He was holding a pair of chopsticks that had just been taken out of the lunch box. The tips of the chopsticks were stained with the gold and jade liquid of Zhou Shanggong. If you look carefully, you can see a trace of crystal clear.
Tonight, he took the initiative to make a late-night snack on the spur of the moment not just to increase his favorability. Guo Xianyi was testing him, so why wasn't he testing Guo Xianyi?
It's just a matter of who has more means.
The last time he visited Longtuge at night, Yan Yan told him about the wonderful use of the "popularity" left on the pages of the book, and claimed that the great masters of Lianshen Pass were not as professional as her. He was sure that Guo Xianyi would never guess that he had a way to just
You can lock your identity with just a drop of saliva.
As long as there is this, when Yan Yan wakes up, he will definitely be able to find clues from it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Then there is how to extract from Zhou Shanggong... no, to refine the power of the third life.
"Don't blame me, a wise soldier never tires of deceit..."
Ning Yan spoke as if she felt guilty in her heart, but in fact she could hardly hide her ugly face and couldn't help shaking her chopsticks.
No wonder he was so satisfied. It was not easy to fool this cautious and delicate woman last time. Moreover, he learned a new skill tonight, which can be said to be a double blessing.
[Hmph! No matter how clever she is, if the opponent is you, there is no chance of winning! There is a trace of contempt at the corner of your mouth. At this time, the future is already in your hands! 】
Even the system rarely comes out to flatter him, which makes Ning Yan look very happy.
Well said, you should be rewarded!
[The moonlight illuminates the fluorescence, and you bring the tip of the chopsticks stained with the woman’s golden fluid closer to you. Take a gentle sniff, and you smell it! You smell an unusual smell!]
What the hell... Ning Yan frowned. The system's nose was always very sharp, so he immediately did not suspect him and hurriedly moved the chopsticks closer.
I didn't notice anything unusual. If I had to say it had an unusual smell, it would only have an indescribable aroma.
I don’t know what kind of heavenly materials and earthly treasures Zhou Shanggong eats on weekdays. It doesn’t contain any turbidity from grains, and is completely different from ordinary people.
"Hey, bitch, please tell me more details..."
Before he could finish speaking, the next moment, an impulse suddenly came over him. Ning Yan's pupils trembled, and his hand was pushed forward uncontrollably.
[Tsk, tsk. The tip of your tongue greedily slides over the chopsticks, as if wandering over the other person's flawless body, swallowing up her purity and her pride. You smile evilly and close your eyes in satisfaction.
.Yes, it’s an ambiguous taste!]
【And you...like it very much.】
Ning Yan's expression froze, and when he reacted, the chopsticks had already been stuffed into his mouth, and he even took a few sips.