MTL - I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man-Chapter 230 Pei Fanfan: The Bewilderment of Life (1)

From early morning, the sky was still bright. At noon, a few clouds condensed at the north, and soon turned into goose feathers and snow falling.

In just one afternoon, a thick layer accumulated on the ground and on the eaves.

The capital city covered by winter snow is white, like a world of ice crystals.

In the courtyard of Peifu, east of Qingyunfang, there is also a scene of Yushu Qionghua.

"The plum blossoms in the general garden are getting better and better." Under the leadership of the director of the Ministry of War, Zhuo Xinwu, entered the atrium all the way, and greeted Pei Ye, who was standing in the corridor, enjoying the plum blossoms.

He handed the snow-capped cloak to the guard, before he could say the second sentence, his eyes fell on the table case in the court.

To be precise, the golden liquid in the bottle is less than a half on the crystal-clear glass bottle on the table.

"I heard that the newly produced Yanluo Yuye produced by this government is the most mellow. It has not yet entered the WTO, and the wealthy and wealthy gates of Manjing City are looking forward to it. I never thought that the generals would be the first product here." Zhuoxin Wuman was envious. Rubbing hands.

Pei Yue laughed. "You stayed in Beijing this year. Haven't you had enough drinks?"

Zhuo Xinwu is also an army officer from the North Xinjiang. Now the official residence and military department still has no military ban. What kind of wine is not free to taste.

"The general didn't know. Before the holy drive was not in Beijing, which one was not heart-wrenching, it was difficult to sleep and sleep, and food was hard to swallow. I see that Huo Donglai has lost more than a dozen pounds this year. Fan Xixiang has fallen ill several times. "

During the days when Qin Hui was acting as a court politician, although the central government was calm on the surface, all the officials who knew the inside story were under great pressure.

Pei Yue shook her head and smiled bitterly, and personally came forward and poured him a drink.

The golden-yellow liquid penetrates the amber-like luster, and if you look closely, there are strands of smoke surrounding the opening and closing. No wonder it is named Yanluo Yuye.

Zhuo Xinwu couldn't wait to take it with both hands, took a sip to his lips, and couldn't help showing an intoxicated look.

The two sat on chairs under the porch, tasting wine and enjoying the snow, talking about North Korea affairs.

In a blink of an eye, the sacred car returned to the dynasty. No, it should be said that "Xuelie ethnic female concubine" has been in the palace for two months.

During these two months, from the imperial court to the people, everyone was full of joy. One, Nanlan City won a big victory, and the vast area of ​​rich land in the southeast of Beishuo was placed under the rule of Da Zhou, and the surrounding tribes also surrendered. It is said that there are still some who want to imitate the Xuelie tribe to consecrate women to the harem. Of course they were rejected. In both cases, Nan Chen was completely settled, Chen Emperor returned, was captive Chen Guogong, and settled in Beijing's Zifu House. The ministers of Nan Chen Xiao's court, who did not want to enter the DPRK as officials, could go to live in seclusion and be willing to serve Da Zhou. Each has a reward.

Seeing the world Antai, the four seas subserviently, and every New Year, the whole capital is naturally flourishing.

Zhuo Xinwu laughed: "There is no such leisure in Yemen. In the past few days, just for meriting rewards, I was too busy."

Theoretically, the most outstanding achievements in this battle are Pei Yue and Fang Yuan. The former led a battle for one year, and siege slightly. The latter was even more dazzling, marching from the waterway and capturing Nanlan City in one fell swoop. Although there are reasons for the chaos in Nanlan City, the meritorious service is the meritorious service, not to mention the Clippers going south, and the emperor Nan Chen who had surrendered conquered the southern Chenliu County.

To the surprise of the Manchu Wenwu, the two outstanding generals unexpectedly rejected the reward.

Zhuo Xinwu came to the door today for this matter.

"Why do the generals resign? The emperor has said that they will reward both of them."

Pei Yue said calmly: "The reward can be, but it doesn't have to be grand. The victory of the first battle is not ours. I feel ashamed and naturally don't want to take it."

"That's what it says, but the emperor's credit in this battle is always bad ..." Zhuo Xinwu took a sip of wine and recalled the inside story of the battle, still feeling incredible. It is the most tortuous textbook in the neighborhood. No such story can be made up.

"Moreover, the generals refused to let go. What about the juniors who have made new achievements below, haven't they even been rewarded? Anyway, there is no hard work and hard work." Zhuoxinwu advised hard.

This time he came to persuade him, which was also what the emperor meant.

Pei Yan had no choice but to ask: "Are you ready?"

As soon as Zhuo Xinwu heard of the door, he took out the baggage and brought it up.

Pei Yue opened it in front of the desk case, looked at it one by one, and groaned for a while, and then asked the attendant to get ink.

Zhuo Xinwu stepped aside and polished it for him.

Pei Min raised his pen and revised it a few places. He handed it back to Zhuo Xinwu and smiled: "Just follow this and report to the court to rule."

Zhuo Xinwulue swept through, and Pei Min slightly adjusted the list of awards, but did not change it. He calmed down at once, and the emperor must have been satisfied. Taking advantage of the New Year's Day, this event is done, everyone just likes it.

The two talked for another moment, eyes narrowed. Zhuo Xinwu got up and retreated.

He was sent away, perhaps because he had drunk too much wine. Pei Ye rarely felt a kind of hazy intoxication. He returned to the atrium without entering the house, and walked straight along the corridor to the back garden.

Sitting in the gazebo where the two had just discussed military affairs, the wine was still on the table, the glass bottles reflected the glaring snow, and the ink in the crouching tiger's palate was still moist.

Pei Yue looked at the plum tree in the courtyard, and the faint scent of scent pulled her back, as if she was back many years ago ...

Probably it was a season when plum blossoms bloomed and Xinxue paved, and he received a call from the palace.

Ten-year-old Pei Roujiro entered the palace to read with the prince.

He will be selected because of his talent. From the beginning of enrollment, he became famous. The Confucian masters who were honoured in ethnology, the senior lecturers in the academy, and every elder who contacted him praised his intelligence and keenness. Praising him will be the only one in the future.

Emperor Taiqing in the palace heard about this reputation, so he enlisted him into the palace.

He entered the palace as a companion, but it was a bit embarrassing, because there was no prince in his palace who was close to his age. In the end, he was accused of the eleventh prince Qin Chong, later Emperor Jing Yao.

In all fairness, Qin Chong is not a difficult person. He has a cheerful personality and is justified. As the young prince born by Shu Gong in the palace, he had a distinguished bloodline and was quite favored. At that time, there was no possibility of competing for the throne. When his companion was reading, it was a peace of mind.

Qin Chong was polite to Pei Yan's new companion, but he was not close. At that time, Qin Chong was fourteen years old. Teenagers of this age would like to play with children of the same age, safari, happily, and even explore some topics that are of interest to boys of this age, such as which figure is beautiful The most seductive, which work on Yahuan's mouth is better.

Pei Yi, who is only ten years old, is a half-old child and obviously has a generation gap with them. Just because of Pei's identity, no one would embarrass him.

Pei Yue spent a quiet time in Yushu Pavilion for two years.

Compared with other companions who are busy flattering and courting the prince, especially the prominent and authoritative princes, more often, Pei Yue likes to read a book silently in the library. To the prince and their companions, the collections in the palace are completely open. Including the numerous books that were later lost due to the fire. Pei Ye has also browsed most of these collections.

In this school where the world's best books and the most learned teachers live, he lives low-key and peacefully. If there is anything wrong, it may be that the battle between the Prince Party and the Qing King Party on the court is becoming increasingly fierce, and the elderly Emperor Taiqing turned a deaf ear to it, focusing only on the harem beauty and alchemy room. As a prince and party, Pei's family was inevitably involved in this battle.

Pei Ye has expressed his worries, but as a young man he has not started to participate in the decision-making of the Pei clan, and his grandfather and father and brother did not take his opinions seriously.

Anxiety came true earlier than Pei Yi expected.

That was the year he just turned twelve years old. The coldness of winter still shrouded the capital, and the remaining snow had not melted in the warmth of the sun. Pei's family fell into the conspiracy of the Qing King Party.

Corruption of the military rations, which had been replenished at times, led to a major defeat at the border, tens of thousands of soldiers mutinized, and even caused Hengdao City to fall into the hands of the enemy. This charge is enough to make the gate aristocracy passed down for hundreds of years.

Once the building fell over. Pei Yue still remembers those days of panic and horror.

Almost all adult males in the clan were executed, leaving only those women and children on the verge of collapse to be exiled to slavery in the frontiers.

The moment the dust settled, he calmed down instead. The only remaining brothers in the clan are him and his fifth brother Pei Hong, as well as hundreds of women and children.

Overnight, the unattainable noble ladies and young ladies were reduced to prostitution and shameful prostitutes, and the noble son once spoiled and turned into a slave of slavery.

They were driven north, like a group of lambs to be slaughtered, on the way to the slaughterhouse.

Some people continue to hang themselves or commit a well because they can't bear the pain, and more are dying.

Among the dead, Pei's mother was also included.

It was a cold morning. When she was about to reach the border of Beijiang, she collapsed with a cloth ripped from her skirt to form a rope and killed herself.

This noble lady who was once famous and talented in Beijing may be thinking that she finally sent the two brothers here, and she is unwilling to face the future trampled by anyone.

Pei Yue felt heart palpitations for no reason at night. He turned around and couldn't fall asleep. Finally, he couldn't help but quietly came to his mother's room and saw that there was still Yu Wen's body.

What was your mood at that moment? Many years later, the generals who had fallen into power had no idea.

There are too many such tragedies to numb everyone.

Without awakening the others, he and Wu brother moved the mother's body to the hillside outside the post station, ready to be buried.

The land in winter was frozen like ice, and the two didn't even have the tools at their disposal. The only thing was an old man at the post, who lent them a rust shovel with three or four gaps.

When dropped on the frozen stone ground, only light marks can be left. The two brothers took turns to dig. For most of the hour, the palms were drenched with blood, but only shallow pits with less than **** were dug.

Pei Yan simply cut off the branch next to it with a shovel and cut it into a wooden thorn. The two brothers dug for a whole night. In the cold wind, bones were deeply visible in the wound on the hand. In the end, she got a thin pit and put her mother's body in it.

Pei Hong knelt in front of the grave, crying.

Pei Ye only felt numb, a kind of numbness that was frozen by the severe cold even with sorrow.

At dawn, Pei Hong got up from the grave and trembled: "Mother, Honger is not filial, and can only let her mother live in such a situation. If one day, she can wash away her grievances, she will avenge her revenge."

"How to get revenge on Xue Xue?" Pei Yan muttered.

"Those bullies who oppress us, sooner or later I will kill them all." Pei Hongman hated.

"They were just ordered to do it," said Pei Muran.

Yeah, Pei Hong came to his senses, and the culprit was, after all, the one who set up the bureau to murder the Pei clan.

Pei Hong whispered, "Wait for the prince to take the throne, these treacherous generations will never be too long."

Pei Yue looked at the vast wasteland, and the light of dawn fell on this land, but will the light belonging to their Pei clan really come?

The Qing King Party is becoming more and more powerful, and the prince has been disgusted by the emperor. Even if the prince took the throne, a prince who hurriedly set the boundaries after the fall of the Pei clan was not a worthy master.

Pei Hong also kneeled in front of her mother's grave and whispered, "I will definitely clean up the family's grievances and restore my Pei clan's reputation. Let those who frame us also taste today's pain."

His tragic vow did not touch his younger brother.

In this battle for authority, who knows which day, the Prince or the King of Kings, will not fall to where they are today?

After all, power is the only thing that oppresses them. Everything is power. King Qing crushed them for authority, while Prince Prince abandoned Pei in order to maintain his authority. This is the case in this world. You have authority and can naturally oppress others. No, let it be oppressed.

Pei Yue looked at the ray of sky, thinking in emptiness.

If one day, you have the power that no one can shake, do you not have to experience the taste of being dominated again?

If you want to get up from this trampled situation, you still have to rely on yourself.

However, when he finally arrived in northern Xinjiang, Pei Yi discovered that what he was going to encounter might be even more cruel than he thought.

After being exiled to the borderless barren land, he was incompatible with the local customs.

Some people in the clan could not bear this endless suffering, and began secretly contacting His Royal Highness, hoping that the long-term loyal Lord could help them. Even when the Pei clan was most downcast, they did not forget the loyalty to the Lord.

Pei Ye was totally pessimistic about this kind of behavior, and the power of the North Korean Prince was almost impossible to come back. Compared to this, he is looking forward to relying on his own hands to change his destiny.

But soon, he found himself thinking too naively.

As a lowly slave, he most likely did not know when he would become cannon fodder on the battlefield. Among the noble sons in Beijing, he is also considered to be both civil and military, but the so-called martial arts are just ordinary physical fitness, which is far worse than a real master. No one will listen to his strategic layout, and no one will counsel his battle plan.

Even in this chaotic place, a thirteen-year-old boy with a distinguished background and a handsome appearance, but who has become extremely dismal, can easily become a prey for others.

Climbing step by step from the bottommost pit, this road is too dangerous and too difficult.

Even with Pei Ye's ingenuity, he cannot guarantee that he can go this long way.

After considering all the gains and losses, in the end, he chose a different path. Or that road chose him.

North Xinjiang lurks in the dark line of the Turbi people and needs a boy.

This teenager should be only twelve or three years old, with a handsome appearance, and as an outsider of a wealthy businessman, he has seen wealthy scenes. At the same time, as a lurking spy, he also needs to be alert, fickle and versatile.

Not many young people in North Xinjiang meet this condition. Eventually, Pei Yi stood out and assumed this task. His status as a criminal officer in the middle also brought him some twists and turns, but after all, no more suitable person was found.

His original responsibility was to sell his father and brother, donate his belongings, and take refuge in the nobles of the Turbi tribe, so as to obtain a half-office position, preferably a small official such as a quartermaster, to pass information to Dazhou in the future.

He successfully completed the first half of the plan, and was smoothly valued by the Turks' dignitaries and became a low-ranking official in the army.

However, after only serving for a few months in this official position, he was assigned another new task, as the heir to the jeweler's sister-in-law, went to the Xuelie clan to check their recent strategy information.

Isn't he born to be a masterpiece? Or is it just because you are young and smart that you don't seem to be prepared for?

Pei Ye was very helpless about this chance arrangement.

The military order was like a mountain, and he immediately packed up his luggage, disguised as a merchant selling jewellery, and came to the Xuelie tribe.

At that time, the Xuelie tribe was strong and incomparable, and they fought in the Quartet, which made the Da Zhou court in the south and the Turbi people in the east breathless. Even Mu Family's court must look at his face.

The Turbi people urgently needed intelligence from the Xuelie people, as did the Da Zhou court.

Pei Yue was full of confidence in his activities in the Xuelie clan, but he never thought that his days in the Xuelie clan would be so long. Almost all of his youth stayed on the land at the foot of Tianxing Mountain.

With extraordinary intellect, Pei Yue quickly integrated into this tribe, because of the hatred of the extinct people on the surface of the Tubi people, the Xuelie people had no doubt about him.

The jewels he carried were not expensive, but they were all exquisite and chic, which not only brought him rich silver money, but also made him good with many small and medium nobles of the Xuelie tribe.

There were even two noble ladies, who expressed close affection for this handsome young jewelry merchant.

Pei Yue clearly remembered that it was the fourth month that he had arrived in Xuelie.

On a sunny afternoon on a spring day, a dozen attendants broke into the house he rented and declared that the noble summoned him because of a beaded crown.

Ten days ago, an aristocrat in the city ordered a few delicate exotic pearls from him and prepared them to make a bead crown for the nobles in the temple.

The aristocracy was erratic in the style and color of the bead crown, and he called on several craftsmen with excellent craftsmanship, but they could not obtain perfect shapes. Coincidentally, Pei Min learned that, out of attracting hearty guests, he drew a few drawings and gave them to the other party as a reference.

These are the patterns that brought him a fate.

Pei Yue was taken into a luxurious palace, and in the lush garden, he saw the people who summoned him this time.

Not the middle-aged aristocrat patronizing his shop, but a girl.

She was sitting in a gazebo built of white marble, her white dress looked pure and flawless, and her veil covered her face, but in terms of posture, she should be only 14 or 15 years old.

Her voice was clear and touching: "You are the one to solve your worries. Are these pictures drawn by you?"

Pei Yue glanced over, and on the table was the bead crown pattern that he had painted for the guests.

The girl asked curiously: "The strokes of these paintings are very delicate, their skills are extraordinary, and they are the style of the Central Plains. Are you from Da Zhou?"

Pei Yue looked down and said with a smile: "I am from Tubi nationality, and my mother is a Zhou, who taught me a lot of poetry, calligraphy and painting in Central Plains."

"It's rare that you are so young and draw so well. I was looking for an artist to teach me paintings and calligraphy in the Central Plains style, and it was you who decided."

The girl's brisk tone was irresistibly noble. In a word, Pei Yan's fate was decided for a long time.

Soon, Pei Yue knew how honorable the girl was to call her today. It turned out that Li Tuoer, the spiritual daughter of the Xuelie tribe, the incarnation of this deity in the human world is almost as long as the one in the Xuelie tribe.

Despite his status, Li Touer is still just a delicate and delicate girl.

She is more sensitive and thoughtful than the previous spirit girls, and she does not like to put the spirit girl in the daily routine.

She has loved piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in the Central Plains area since urinating, and prefers living in the sparsely populated mountains than the life of the people in the city. Among them, her favorite is in the small attic behind the temple, listening to the rain and reading a book by the window, enjoying a quiet time.

There are many people serving her, but she does not like to be clever by nature and is not close. Those young men and women of her age are still immersed in childhood fun and are a group of children who have not grown up. And the older sacrifices and female officials are solemn and respectful, and every move reveals devotion to the gods.

Compared to these tedious servants, Li Tuer was full of surprises.

She soon discovered that Pei Yi was not only good at painting. He had a wide range of knowledge and ingenuity, from literary and poetry, to the history of various countries, to the customs and customs of the world. Ming Ming is also so young, but so smart, whether it is Da Zhou's poetry, poetry, or the legendary history of the Western Regions, or Beishuo's heroic story, he has come to know it.

With handsome appearance and such excellent connotation, what reason is there to stay away?

The two have been getting longer and longer. Under the order of Li Touer, Pei Ye had to close the jewellery shop and entered the hall to become her guard.

In the invisible corner of the temple attendant, Li Tuer increasingly trusted Pei.

Young people are always excited and eager to those they love.

Soon, she brought Pei Yue into the temple.

That building is the supreme holy place of the Xuelie people at the top of Tianxing Mountain.

The first time he was brought into the temple by Li Tuoer, Pei Ye was so excited that he did not expect to get close to the center of Xuelie's rights so quickly and easily.

However, after walking around the temple, he found that maybe all the hope and respect are due to the distance.

This noble and mysterious temple is actually no different from those gorgeous palaces under the mountain. Of course, for Li Toer, it is more comfortable and leisurely.

The two lived in the temple for a long time.

Li Tuoer is extremely intelligent, and is very good at piano, calligraphy, painting, calligraphy, poetry, and poetry. He is a famous lady in the Central Plains. Pei Ye taught her favorite paintings, calligraphy, and chess, all by comparison.

As a spiritual girl, she certainly has enough willful rights. She loves the terroir culture of the Central Plains. The loft behind her temple immediately transformed into the style of the Central Plains. Tens of thousands of slaves were levied, all of which were looted from northern Xinjiang.

And the warriors of the Xuelie tribe went south to conquer, which also brought her many resources. Whether it is books or calligraphy, or slaves who know all about it.

"Most of these guys are savvy, and they say what a wise man is, hum, their knowledge is not as good as that of a barbaric woman in their mouths. One by one, they are full of sage virtues, and when they pull a knife, they will cry. Kneeling and begging for mercy. "Li Tuer smiled and talked about the newly plundered slaves of northern Xinjiang.

"There are also heroes who are resolute and unyielding, but unfortunately they are plain and boring."

Pei Yan grinds for her next to her, silent, and the northern border of the Great Zhou Dynasty is not prosperous, and the people are still martial. Wen Sheng was a little ambitious, and he also contributed more.

"Perhaps it is too boring in northern Xinjiang. After a few years, calm down the surrounding tribes, go south, and invade the capital of Zhou, and you will surely be able to meet the truly knowledgeable people." Li Tuer held her cheek, Longing to say.

"I heard that there is also Chen Guo in the south of the Big Week. This country is more prosperous, and there are countless scholars, so you can fight all the time."

Pei's hand, who drew the dye next to him, shook slightly: "Do you want to wage war?"

"Yeah, the richest land in the world should have belonged to the strongest tribe. I heard the richness and richness of the mountains and rivers in the south is the most suitable ranch for the snow warrior warrior." Li Touer smiled sweetly, "At that time, we can go and see the landscapes and palaces recorded in those poems."

"What I want must be mine. Whether it's the world or you." The girl's eyes were bright, with self-confidence taken for granted,

That is the self-confidence of a person who is born as a god, as if this world should be born at her feet.

In fact, she has been living this way ever since she was born.

Pei Yan looked at her, then immediately lowered her head.

Li Tuoer smiled and said, "But no matter how full of learning Confucianism, I'm afraid it's not as good as worrying about your learning."

"At that time, you can go to war and make outstanding achievements. By then, you won't be stuck with a guard in the clan."