Chapter five hundred and forty-ninth the right phase to solve doubts
With Li Siye's handwriting in his arms, Pang Yue galloped five or six miles on his horse. The horse's hooves kicked up floating dust on the ground. He suddenly pulled up the reins and pulled the horse to a stop in the valley.
He suddenly remembered something. Before leaving Chang'an, the right minister had told him that he wanted to send Li Siye's handwriting to Chang'an. However, he dared not not take this order back with him. The letter written by Jiedushi was equivalent to an official document and could be stolen.
Exchanging official documents is a serious crime of beheading.
When he was at a loss for ideas, he finally found a good idea, which was to copy Li Siye's handwriting, which he couldn't bear to look at, and then give the fake part to Cen Shen, and then give the real part to Cen Shen.
Feng'er ordered his servants to take him back to Chang'an.
After making up his mind, Pang Yue's aura became much calmer, and he started riding towards Tingzhou City again.
He entered the city gate in a flash, and the soldiers were about to stop him when they saw the official uniform on his body and hurriedly withdrew. The horse hooves were able to drive straight into the inner city. After crossing the crossroads of the inner city, they saw the house where they lived.
At the entrance of the alley, he turned his horse's head and turned in. Cen Shen was relaxing on the side of the road. Seeing how anxious he was, he shouted, but the other party didn't hear him.
He turned over and dismounted in front of the house. The servant quickly stepped forward and grabbed the reins of the horse. He rushed into the courtyard gate without thinking of talking. Just as he was about to go to the study, he remembered that not long after moving in, the study had a wall peeling off due to water leakage, and workers were being hired.
After repairs, his four treasures of the study and the desk are still in the concubine's room.
The concubine of the Pang family was sitting under the window, embroidering a round fan with a needle. When she heard Pang Yue burst into the door, the needle suddenly pricked her finger, and she screamed in pain. She put her finger into her lips. Pang Yue turned around and grabbed the door leaf with both hands.
Close it and bolt the door.
A hint of shyness flashed across the beautiful concubine's cheeks, she put down her fan and licked her fingers and said, "My romantic man, are you so anxious?"
After saying that, she was about to take off the shawl from her shoulders, then undress and take off her belt. Unexpectedly, Alang walked in the door without looking at him. He took out a roll of paper from his arms and threw it on the table. He shouted to the concubine: "Big brother"
What clothes did you take off during the day? Come quickly and polish the ink for me!"
The concubine frowned slightly. She quickly put down her sewing and squatted in front of the desk. She opened the inkstone box, picked up the porcelain bottle on the table and poured some water into it. She held the ink stick between her fingers and gently ground it on the inkstone. Pang Yue couldn't care less about admiring it.
Red sleeves were added to the fragrance, and Li Siye's handwriting was spread on the desk, and he took out a piece of the same white linen paper, aligned it and pasted it on it. After a closer look, he saw that the light was too dark, and quickly told his concubine: "Hurry, put more light in the room.
A few oil lamps!”
She lit a few more oil lamps on the beams around Pang Yue, and the light rays intertwined with each other to form the effect of shadowless lamps. Pang Yue soaked up the ink, held his breath and smeared it gently on the paper, even the typos that were smeared seemed to be like a shadowless lamp.
He had to be extremely serious, and due to excessive exertion, sweat dripped from his forehead unconsciously.
The concubine took out the silk from her sleeve and gently wiped the sweat from her husband's forehead. At the same time, she was puzzled by his behavior. Copying literati's calligraphy and paintings has been around for ancient times, but she had never seen anyone copying such ugly calligraphy. He
What exactly is to be done?
Pang Yue put down his pen and breathed a sigh of relief, dried the ink marks on the paper, and pulled the two papers apart to take a look. Although he could still distinguish the authenticity from the fake, they were roughly similar in shape. He said with pride: "Look at it.
,Does it look like? Does it look like?”
The concubine held the silk handkerchief and nodded the corner of her lips and said: "It looks like it, but?"
"That's it." He folded up the fakes and the originals, stuffed them into two envelopes respectively, went to the front and left wing rooms where the servants lived, handed the originals to one of the shrewd and capable servants, and whispered: "
You can make preparations later, take this letter to Chang'an, and hand it over to the steward of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion."
He went to the Governor's Mansion with the copied letter. Before going out, he rode a horse and pretended to be out of breath, creating the illusion that he was running all the way without stopping. He dismounted and walked quickly to Cen Shen's duty station.
After entering the room, he covered his sleeves and wiped his sweat. Pretending to be very hot, he took out the letter from his arms and handed it to Cen Shen. He avoided his eyes and said nonchalantly: "Zhongcheng wants you to rewrite a notice. Regarding
People who cultivate land and open up wasteland should be restricted from plowing pastures and forests."
Cen Shen stared at him calmly, as if watching a talk show that wasn't funny, and then asked: "Zhongcheng just asked you to deliver a message, didn't he have a letter?"
"Yes, yes." Pang Yue quickly took out the letter from his arms and handed it to Cen Shen. Cen Shen spread his hands and his eyes widened. This scared Pang Yue so much that he thought Cen Shen had seen Li Siye's handwriting.
Now the secret is revealed,
"Is this a letter from Li Zhongcheng?"
"Yes," Pang Yue said without any confidence.
He quickly figured it out. It turned out that this guy was shocked by Li Siye's handwriting. He could not imagine that the dignified Beiting Jiedushi could be so bad at writing.
Fortunately, he could understand the content clearly, and the explanation was very organized. Cen Shen put the letter on the table and began to think about how to formulate a notice.
Pang Yue naturally said goodbye and left, constantly reflecting on whether he had made any mistakes.
The servant he sent to deliver the letter to Chang'an set out that afternoon and headed southeast along the inn. It took more than three months to finally reach Chang'an City. After entering the city, the servant immediately went to the Right Prime Minister's Mansion to deliver the letter to his disciples.
, and told him that this was a letter sent back from Beiting, and that he should give it to his right minister to read in person.
After receiving the letter, the servant did not dare to neglect it and immediately handed it over to the steward in charge of the porter. The porter had no idea where the right minister was, so he had to go to the chief steward. The chief steward of the Prime Minister's Mansion had another mansion in Chang'an City, which was magnificent.
It is a majestic palace with pavilions and pavilions, and there are many beautiful wives and concubines. Once Li Linfu enters the court, he can take some time off and go back to his own home to find a beautiful woman to have fun with.
The steward found the chief steward's house and entered the courtyard after being notified by the concierge. Unfortunately, the concubine was in Concubine Ji's room. After waiting for a while, the chief steward pushed open the door and walked out. While stepping over the threshold, he fastened the buttons of his round collar robe and said to the steward.
He said: "If anything happens, let's talk about it back to the prime minister's house."
They had just returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion when Li Linfu's chariot had already arrived at the front gate. Thirty armored soldiers from the Right Guards were on the front, rear and left to clear the way. The assassins could not get within fifty steps. Even when the Right Prime Minister got out of the car,
There were also sixteen warriors holding large shields surrounding the carriage in a semicircle. The crossbowmen hiding in the distance were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.
The chief steward hurriedly came out of the door, helped Alang out of the carriage, and whispered beside him: "There seems to be news from Beiting."
Li Linfu turned back and looked around the street solemnly, then lowered his head and said: "Go back to the room at No. Jiaxu in Zitang today, and we'll talk after you get in."
The right prime minister entered the mansion, and the servants took the carriage away. The soldiers of the right guard were divided into pieces to guard various key points of the prime minister's mansion.
By the time he passed through the gate of the inner courtyard, Li Linfu had already dismissed all the servants, leaving only the chief steward following him to the room he had reserved.
The two of them entered the room. The chief steward closed the next door, took out the letter from his pocket, spread out the paper and placed it on the desk in front of him, and then lit the two copper lampposts standing in the room.
Li Linfu held the paper in his hands and looked at the writing on it through the light. A smile spread from the corners of his eyes to his entire face.
"Li Siye is really uneducated and illiterate. He only speaks plain English throughout the whole article and has six wrong words. If a saint saw these words, he probably wouldn't be able to bear to look at them. Haha, I have nothing to worry about!"
He folded the piece of paper and handed it to the chief steward. Because he was in a happy mood, he also spoke playfully: "Collect the authentic work of General Li Siye, maybe it will become priceless after many years."
The chief steward also laughed, and added in a flattering tone: "Maybe in the future, when the world is in decline, ugliness will really be considered beautiful."
Li Linfu laughed heartily, and after laughing, he ordered: "Next, you go to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to run some operations and transfer Pang Yue back. With qualifications like Jiedu Judge, you can become a doctor in the Ministry of Finance when you return to the capital."
The steward was confused and asked: "Aren't you going to keep him with Li Siye? Didn't you say he was acting as an spy?"
"Forget it. Pang Yue is vulgar and not meticulous enough. It's okay to let him do things for a short time. If it takes a long time, it will be easy for Li Siye to grasp the handle and control him, which will add a lot of trouble. I heard that he brought his family members to Bei
Ting, you are so hopelessly stupid, you should come back early to avoid embarrassing yourself there. Why are my subordinates full of such idiots?"
The manager smiled and comforted him: "There are benefits to being a fool. He is obedient."
Li Linfu raised his head and laughed. He smiled and gradually frowned. He held the table and said in a deep voice: "The next step is to deal with the emperor's righteous son Wang. He is also the military governor of the four towns and has reached the peak of foreign general. Let him
The next step is to join the court as the prime minister. I supported Hu Er An Lushan in order to control him. Unfortunately, Hu Er did not have enough foundation and was completely at a disadvantage. Instead, he was impeached and accused of treason. There is a real prime minister sitting in the court.
,Who in the world dares to be ambitious?"
"So before he enters the court and achieves success, we must remove his minions and remove his prestige. If it can be completely eliminated, it will be done. However, I am afraid that there will be more and more people thinking about assassinating someone in the future."
The steward stood beside him, feeling the anger accumulated in the right prime minister's dilemma, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.