At the city gate, Zhou Yu, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, stood behind Song Beiming's wheelchair, and there was another person beside Song Beiming.

Pei Qingshi.

Because Song Yuexiao hadn't entered the capital for three years, this time the Inner Pavilion sent a bachelor to show their respect.

Pei Qingshi saw Yan Xi coming with Song Yuexiao on horseback from a distance, not many civil servants could ride horses, yet Yan Xi could keep up with the speed of Marshal Song, Pei Qingshi slightly squinted his eyes.

When they got close, Pei Qingshi shifted his gaze to Song Yuexiao, and said: "Your Majesty has worked hard all the way. The palace has prepared a reception banquet, and His Majesty is waiting."

"Scholar Pei and Zhou Shangshu are waiting for a long time," Song Yuexiao took good care of the scene, "the accompanying Ma Ming will take care of the food, it is frightening to keep His Majesty waiting for a long time, let's go to the palace quickly."

Everyone in the front is a high-ranking official who can command a place, and Yan Xi, a right servant, is not enough.He walked a few steps behind and saw that Zhou Yu, as the minister of the Ministry of War, was trying his best to curry favor with Song Yuexiao.

Dajing's Ministry of War actually had no real power.

The chief general who is fighting abroad has the final say on the matter of marching and fighting; the matter of dispatching troops and dispatching generals is in the hands of the governor's office of the five armies.What the Ministry of War can manage is the promotion, food, food, and armaments of soldiers, which is equivalent to being the general manager of the military.

And even the armaments are not all decided by the Ministry of War. Yu Hengqing of the Ministry of Works is in charge of the production and dispatch of ordnance. In order to find some useful ordnance, the Minister of the Ministry of War, as a second-rank official, even has to go to the Ministry of Works.The fifth-rank doctor of Yu Hengqing's official department said good things.

Yan Xi thought in his heart that Yu Hengqing, Secretary of the Ministry of Works, was in his hands.He was in charge for a while, and after leaving the Ministry of Works, he made the decision to refer his former subordinate He Mian to Yu Hengqing's Department of Officials.There is also the military weapon department under the jurisdiction of Yu Hengqing's official department. He has changed a lot of people in it, especially the craftsmen in the Shenji camp, and even arranged for a few people transferred from Laizhou.

Yan Xi counted the resources she possessed as if she were dealing with a math problem in the college entrance examination, and began to figure out what resources she could use to delegate power to the Inner Pavilion when she was promoted to Minister of the Ministry of War, and what means could be used to intimidate the chief general.

Pei Qingshi asked in front, "Have the snow troopers got their winter clothes this year?"

Song Yuexiao didn't answer immediately, but paused for a moment.

Zhou Shangshu was grateful to her for not complaining in person, and said while wiping off his sweat, "Scholar Pei, this year's winter clothes are being produced, and the Ministry of War knows that Marshal Song is coming, so we have to rush out a batch first."

Only then did Song Yuexiao thank you: "Then there will be Shangshu Lao Zhou. On behalf of the soldiers in Beiyuan, Yuexiao thanked the Inner Pavilion and the Ministry of War for their care."

When Pei Qingshi heard this, he knew that he still owed winter clothes.

Beiyuan gets cold early, and the earliest snow will fall in October. Counting the delivery time on the road, the first batch of winter clothes will have to be delivered in May.But the Ministry of War is still procrastinating and rushing to make it.

Pei Qingshi immediately said with a cold face: "Zhou Shangshu, the first batch of Beiyuan's winter clothes must be delivered in May. Marshal Song and the others are returning, and the Ministry of War can't tell them to return empty-handed."

Zhou Yu was sweating profusely, and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, the Ministry of War will definitely do its best to ensure the supply of winter clothes in Beiyuan."

Yan Xi followed with a calm expression, hearing that Song Yuexiao responded to every sentence Zhou Yu said, and at the same time dealt with Pei Qingshi in a disciplined manner, neither flattering nor arrogant, and did not engage in the set of face-to-face complaints and shady people behind her back, Zhang Chi settled the matter of winter clothes in a short time.

Song Yuexiao has immediate power and power, and she is also very measured in officialdom.

Yan Xi admired in his heart, he understood why the Beiyuan Palace could still stand after the old prince and princess had gone.

There is Song Beiming in Beiyuan in Beijing, who not only manages the relationship with the center, but also makes money secretly.

There is Song Yuexiao on the battlefield, who can carry a knife and mount a horse, and can also maneuver around.

There is also a second brother, Song Xinghe, who can't go to the battlefield after being injured, but it is said that he is very experienced in the deployment of military supplies and the organization of the battlefield.

These three siblings have a thorough understanding of the internal and external relationship, covering Beiyuan like an iron bucket, and no one else can get their hands on it.

This is the fundamental basis for the Song family to always have a place in the court.

Another thing is that the second sister-in-law of the Song family is the daughter of the Han family, and the Han family controls the Dudu Mansion of the Five Armies.

Speaking of it this way, Yan Xi and the Song family are still related by marriage.His martial arts teacher was the old general Hanyang, and the one who taught him for five years was General Han Linmo.The second sister-in-law of the Han family is named Han Linyan, she is Han Yang's youngest daughter and Han Linmo's younger sister, and she married to Beiyuan the year before last.

Looking at it now, these arrangements are grass snakes and gray lines. Emperor Tianxi had already made arrangements for today's situation as early as five years ago.

Like a good student, Yan Xi followed the real high officials of the dynasty, he always had a smile on his face, listening to their greetings.

Shang Baiheng didn't know that Yan Xi was a foreigner, so he gave him those advices.

Yan Xi knew that Shang Baiheng was afraid that he would be too lonely.

He has been in this book for five years, and he has never disobeyed Shang Baiheng. There is only one thing, he can't do it - he will never be able to be as Shang Baiheng expected, and be emotionally invested in the characters in this book.

But now that Shang Baiheng and Wen Lan have seen his indifference, Yan Xi doesn't mind showing more smiles to others, so that everyone thinks he is more like a "human".

At best, he can give this book some warmth in this way.

After all, he is just a foreigner, and modern times are his destination. The college entrance examination in the 21st century is still waiting for him to enter the examination room with his admission ticket.

The college entrance examination is a rite of passage for most modern children, Yan Xi thought, without passing that exam, he would never be an adult.

His responsibilities, expectations, and personal wishes in the real world will all start from that exam.

The carp leaped over the dragon gate, and the dragon gate was right in front of him, but he had already transmigrated a book.

During these days, for some reason, he wanted to go back very much, but he was eager to try but couldn't make it, which was very tormenting.

Yan Xi was thinking in this room, and suddenly heard Song Yuexiao's voice saying: "Ah Ming, I went to the palace to face the saint with Pei Daxue and Zhou Shangshu. It was really hard for Minister Xuan to come out of the city to welcome me today. Thank you Xuan for me."Minister."

Yan Xi raised her head abruptly, just as Fang Xun, who hadn't met for a while, was pushing a wheelchair and didn't dare to look at him. Song Beiming had already stopped in front of him, smiling meaningfully at him.

Yan Xi was stunned for a while, and heard Song Yuexiao saying politely: "Tonight, Beiyuan Palace is holding a banquet, and we are waiting for the two adults to come. Major General Han is also here. We have supported each other for many years, and we need to get together today.Gathering. I wonder if Grand Master Pei and Zhou Shangshu can show respect?"

She called the Inner Pavilion University Bachelor (and Ministry of Works Minister), the Ministry of War Minister, and the Governor of the Five Armies Governor's Mansion all together. It is difficult for these few people to meet together. Song Yuexiao cleverly borrowed from each other to callIt is not easy to shirk from several parties.

Song Yuexiao is really outstanding.

This level of force and leadership, in modern times, is the top royal sister, and she just got off her horse and entered the capital, and she has arranged all the human relations in the officialdom, and she can't do without admiration.

Yan Xi couldn't help but think that this might be the reason why Shang Baiheng suggested that he should integrate into human feelings. After all, no one likes to use a hot face to compare other people's cold corpses.

Human relations are something that must be dealt with in ordinary people, and it is even more important to meet and make friends in the officialdom.

Yan Xi thought unimportantly, he was a little absent-minded today, and on the surface he said goodbye to several officers obediently.

He was standing under a willow tree, the willow branches were swaying, and the pointed willow leaves swept the top of his hair.

Song Beiming couldn't stand up outside, so he could only sit in a wheelchair and look up at him. He said in words that only each other could understand: "Is it solved?"

There is no solution.

Yan Xi was more comfortable in the first five days, but on the sixth day, the dryness of "Rong" came back again, and because of eating marrow to taste, Yan Xi was very hungry and thirsty at night.

He was like a monk who finally opened the meat, and then asked him to drink Qingxin soup, it was really hard to swallow.

Yan Xi's clear eyes were full of water, he didn't say anything, just stared at Song Beiming like that.

Song Beiming cursed inwardly, damn it.

He understood the meaning of this gaze, and this villain who was ungrateful after he had finished having fun came to seduce him again.

For seven days, he was treated as air, leaving him alone to ponder the meaning of the scoundrel, and he walked so decisively that day, leading him to think in the worst direction, making him think that the scoundrel never wanted to see him again.

But after such a shallow test today, the scoundrel threw a hook at him again.

What a torture.

Song Beiming didn't express anything in the past seven days, because he thought that Yan Xi was just experiencing love for the first time, and he was afraid that Yan Xi would turn his back completely if he was pushed into a hurry.

Moreover, every time he thought of Yan Xi's red eyes falling out that night, he really felt that he had acted cruelly.

Had he known what Yan Xi meant today, Song Beiming would not have had to cooperate with him to be a gentleman, let alone play the game of step-by-step. It would be better to carry him back to the dormitory the next day, and sleep hard every night to be honest..

Seeing Song Beiming eating turtles, Yan Xi finally showed his first smile to Song Beiming since that day, and said, "Little prince, you are fine now, let me take you home, okay?"

This sentence is too ambiguous, like saying "I'll go to your house, okay?"

Song Beiming is not an animal that thinks only by desire, he is sensitive to the fact that Yan Xi's mood seems to be wrong.

He calmed down from the impulsiveness just now, and looked at Yan Xi sternly.

Yan Xi took off the willow leaves on top of her head and said innocently: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Song Beiming took advantage of the cover of the willow tree and approached him and said, "Who is making you feel uncomfortable again? Don't make fun of me here. Why don't you tell me what's the matter, and I'll vent it for you."

"No one told me to be uncomfortable." Yan Xi leaned down, and the breath around him faintly hugged Song Beiming, "Who else dares to make things difficult for me now in Da Jing? I know how to beat people."

Song Beiming let him approach, followed his breath with his face up and said: "Indeed, there are not many people who can make Master Xuan feel uncomfortable right now. However, Master Xuan is the most deceptive, with your expression today, you really encountered embarrassment?”

Yan Xi was slightly taken aback, surprised that Song Beiming was so keen on these trivial matters.

The Song family's genes are really good.

Yan Xi put on a smile and covered it up: "I will lie less in the future, okay? I want you to feel more comfortable seeing me."

Song Beiming vaguely grasped the clues in the messy appearance, he said: "Don't worry about what others think, and don't need to waste energy to take care of others, you try your best, don't you just want to step on everyone? Step on!"

"It's not good to step on too much." Yan Xi pretended to be puzzled and aggrieved, "There will be no one to play with me."

"I'm not afraid of stepping on you, just play with me." Song Beiming said, "The first time you're born, the second time you're acquainted, your head is ready, why are you running? Then play with me."

Yan Xi pointed at Song Beiming's chest, with a sly look in his eyes, then slid his fingers down, and when they reached the hem of his clothes, he straightened up slyly, smiled, turned around neatly, and walked forward without looking back..

Song Beiming, however, understood something while he was still on the verge of talking, he took a tight breath, and asked Fang Xun to push the wheelchair and follow Yan Xi.

The blue brocade carriage of the Beiyuan Palace was parked at the entrance of the alley in front, and the two men with ulterior motives were walking under the scorching sun, and they could hear each other's movement not far away.

Both of them pursed their lips, and their steps became more and more hurried.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he still did what he should do. Song Beiming really wanted to stand up and carry him home.

Fang Xun helped Song Beiming from the wheelchair into the car, Yan Xi followed behind and leaned in, Fang Xun closed the door.

In the carriage, the breathing of the two rose and fell, gradually reaching the same hasty frequency.

In this stalemate, Yan Xi turned her head to look outside at the street under the scorching sun.

He saw the vendors guarding their stalls in the scorching heat, the business was not doing well, and there were not many bargainers. He looked at the difficult life of the fireworks street scene, and his heart was still peaceful.

As long as he can't forget the classroom in the 21st century, he won't be able to empathize with the world in this book.

Since even Teacher Shang, a Taoist priest, advised him that it is too painful to pursue the strict pursuit of keeping one's heart and integrity.

Then, just sink.

The carriage arrived at Beiyuan Palace, Yan Xi walked behind Song Beiming's wheelchair, Fang Xun pushed open the door of the main hall, Song Beiming waved, and Fang Xun withdrew without looking sideways.

Yan Xi stepped into the door, and when the door was closed, he was pressed against the door.

Don't let the sky and cover fall down, Yan Xi endured it silently.

When Song Beiming met at the city gate today, he wanted to say no to Yan Xi.

He saw the man's slim official uniform tied around his waist, and he saw this man get on his horse and ruthlessly whip away.

The official road outside the city was flat and open, and he saw Yan Xi dressed in crimson, galloping his horse galloping in the green summer day, and his companions couldn't keep up with him even if they whipped their horses.

How unrestrained and unrestrained and beautiful.

Song Beiming thought, only I can catch up with him.

In the main hall of the county king's mansion where only they were in the same room, Song Beiming held up the man in his arms again. He loved to hold the person in his arms like this, and he also pushed the person against the door so that the person in his arms had nowhere to escape.Can only respond to him pitifully.

Song Beiming was extraordinarily aggressive from the very beginning today, sealing off all the air in Yan Xi, so that this villain could only cling to him and swallow.

Yan Xi gradually fell into suffocation, the fingers he was holding gradually tightened, his knuckles turned white, and after a long time, he slowly loosened his strength.

Song Beiming knew it without a teacher, and he knew that only by rubbing this person until he was hot and soft, the other person would not run away.

Song Beiming carried him to the bed, and said to Yan Xi: "If you leave my place today, will you turn your face and deny him again?"

Yan Xi finally got his breath, he gasped for a long time in the suffocating dizziness, and said weakly: "Yes."

Song Beiming brushed away his easily wet hair, and said, "Is it because I'm not sincere enough?"

Yan Xi liked Song Beiming's icy cold fingers, and touching the fingertips, he said, "Yes. You didn't give me anything I wanted."

Song Beiming was persuasive: "What do you want?"

"Besides wanting your 'ku'," Yan Xi looked at him with glistening eyes: "I also want your money and your soldiers, will you give it to me?"

Song Beiming slid his fingers to the corners of his reddened eyes just now, smelled the smell of "Rong" laced with tears, stood up and looked at him: "Who the hell are you, with such a big appetite? Even Jing is not enough for you to play, you want the border? You are transferred to the Ministry of War, whose soldiers do you want to manipulate next?"

Yan Xi was soothed by "Ku" that he showed a sleepy expression, and his voice began to soften: "I'm tired of playing with those twists and turns in the civil servants, and I want to change the way to play in another place. Why don't you give me some advice from Meng Ze?"?”

"If you want to play with soldiers and horses, going to the Ministry of War is not the best place," Song Beiming knew that Yan Xi was tempting him, and this person even knew that this kind of temptation would not make him lose his mind, so he still wanted to seduce him like this.

Song Beiming saw through everything, but he didn't want to miss this man's rare softness, so he patiently taught Yan Xi, "To play with soldiers and horses, you have to go to the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies."

Yan Xi sighed regretfully and said, "I know, but there are military generals in the five-army governor's mansion, and I'll be a civil servant, so I have no place."

Song Beiming's finger touched his lips: "So you found another way and went directly to the border? Want to move Jiang Xijun?"

Yan Xi stretched out his palm and pressed Song Beiming's chest, feeling the strong heartbeat there: "Your Song family has also taken a fancy to you, haven't you? Such a big Western Region, can you have a 'Song' surname?"

Song Beiming took his hand, put it to his lips, and said softly, "What is your background? You are from a poor family, and you have reached the pinnacle to be famous in the officialdom. You are comfortable now, why bother to interfere with the war?"

Yan Xi smelled "dry", he had no carnal desires, and enjoyed this kind of intimate and non-threatening contact: "Don't everyone say that I am His Majesty's man? I work for His Majesty and win over soldiers for him.in this way?"

"Xingchen?" Song Beiming showed a little displeasure, he couldn't even hear that Yan Xi had any tainted with others, "Do you know what a Xingchen is? I didn't see you go to the palace, but you slept on my bed, you XingchenDoesn’t it live up to the name?”

"It's because you think too much, so Xingchen must be loved?" Yan Xi naturally sensed Song Beiming's anger, and he smiled indifferently, "Do you believe what people say about me?"

Song Beiming said bluntly: "You have risen so fast, if you hadn't slept in my bed, I would have believed it."

Yan Xi begged him without sincerity: "Then you help me rectify my reputation and save me some trouble."

Song Beiming seemed to appreciate it and said, "Okay."

Yan Xi chuckled for a while with the top of her head against Song Beiming's chin.

Song Beiming noticed Yan Xi's relaxation.

He suppressed himself, thinking that it would be nice to have this warm moment with Yan Xi.

People are greedy. Once they have physical communication, they want spiritual empathy. He is a patient enough hunter who wants to completely own the person in his arms.

He induced and said, "What benefits has your majesty given you? Are you willing to do the most difficult military affairs for him?"

Yan Xi said indifferently: "Why don't you tell me what benefits your majesty can't give you. Let me compare and see who can give you more attractive benefits?"

Song Beiming judged the emotion in Yan Xi's eyes: "What do you want from the Snow Army?"

Yan Xi said softly: "The Snow-Treading Army is connected with your Song family's blood, no one can eat it, and your Majesty can't do anything about you. Since it can't be owned by 'I', it will be used by 'I'. The defense line of the Western Region,No one in the court can afford it now. Your Majesty asked Marshal Song to enter the capital, so he must share some of it. But the western border is too long, and your Song family can't take it all. Someone has to share it. The power of the Song family isThe northern border and the northwestern border are connected, if there is no trust between the northwest, it will only lead to bad things. Little prince, how about your Beiyuan cooperating with me?"

After Yan Xi talked for such a long time, Song Beiming finally saw that Yan Xi was a little happy.

He wanted Yan Xi to be happy for a longer time, so he tore off the belt of Yan Xi's official uniform, and said teasingly, "Is there trust between you and me?"

"Oh—a little bit," Yan Xi was really amused, "After all, you want to undress me. Is mutual trust a little bit more than that of strangers?"

"I want a reason." Song Beiming coaxed him, "Your appetite is too great. If it has nothing to do with your background, there must be a reason."

"You just think that my heart is about mountains and rivers." Yan Xi said lightly, "The Fourteen Continents of Yunhu fell into the hands of foreigners. I hate them so much that I want to drink their blood and eat their flesh every day. Meng Ze, not onlySoldiers can defend their homes and the country, and scholars can't hold a knife, but they still have passion."

When Yan Xi said these words, he was not as impassioned as Wen Lan and Shang Baiheng.He knew that his love for the mountains and rivers in this book was not as good as theirs, so when he said such words, his tone was very light, and he tried his best to handle it lightly.

Song Beiming felt a little distressed.

With this kind of expression, Yan Xi seems to lack confidence every time he talks about these righteous and awe-inspiring things.

But this person has obviously done the thing that no one has done since the establishment of the Da Jing Dynasty.Which one is not thrilling to eliminate corruption?But you have to be so careful not to mention it.

Without pointing it out, Song Beiming picked up a strand of Yan Xi's hair, wrapped it around his palm and said, "If this is the reason, I can promise you."

"That's true." Yan Xi's eyes brightened, "That's great."

Song Beiming looked into those eyes, and stopped the movement of his hands.

"Song Mengze, I see your deeper desire." Yan Xi said with a sigh, "You want to possess me, don't you?"

"Yes." Song Beiming didn't shy away. He pressed down, sniffed Yan Xi's neck vigorously and said, "But I don't seem to have anything good to do with you. When you ignore people, you seem to treat everyonestranger."

Yan Xi raised her chin in cooperation, and handed over her throat to Song Beiming.

His voice was a little hoarse: "Song Mengze, I can never belong to anyone. I am very stingy, and I can only give you proper warmth, nothing more."

"Really?" Song Beiming stretched his hand in, "Then I'll come to ask for your warmth now, come on."